My little sister Lydia

I have always known the youngest of us, Lydia, has always been one to talk. I know she only speaks her mind to help the ones around her understand her, but I cannot help but feel bad for those she speaks ill of. She is young, and I know she does not mean any of it in any horribly rude way, but I can see the rudeness in all of it! Today Lydia wished to speak of Wickham, so Elizabeth and I asked the waiter to leave for the time being. He did as we pleased like a true gentleman. Yet Lydia seemed not to care for his kindness and instead belittled his looks. She thanked God he was gone and called him an ugly fellow. I could not agree less! Looks are nothing in this world, for everyone is good at heart, and that is all that is needed! Oh how I wish my dear Lydia will grow out of it all very soon...