Front Matter
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Chapter I
 Chapter II
 Chapter III
 Chapter IV
 Chapter V
 Chapter VI
 Chapter VII
 Chapter VIII
 Chapter IX
 Chapter X
 Chapter XI
 Chapter XII
 Back Cover

Title: Katie Seymour, or, How to make others happy
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Title: Katie Seymour, or, How to make others happy
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Publication Date: 1861
Copyright Date: 1861
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Happiness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Matter
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
        Front Matter 3
        Frontispiece 1
        Frontispiece 2
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Chapter I
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Chapter II
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
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    Chapter III
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
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        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Chapter IV
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 44a
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    Chapter V
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
    Chapter VI
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
    Chapter VII
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
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    Chapter VIII
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
    Chapter IX
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
    Chapter X
        Page 104
        Page 104a
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
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        Page 113
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    Chapter XI
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
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        Page 121
        Page 122
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    Chapter XII
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    Back Cover
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IT was new year's morning-a fine, clear,
frosty morning. There was a slight covering
of snow on the ground and on the hedges.
It was just the sort of morning to make one
feel brisk and cheerful. At least so thought
Katie Seymour, as she ran with a light step
along the narrow lane which led to her
grandfather's cottage. The air was fresh and
pleasant, and sent a healthful colour into her
cheeks: the sun was beginning to look out
upon the world, and smiled kindly upon her;
and the little sparrows perched on the leafless
trees were chirping forth their lively notes,


and thanking her, perhaps, for the nice
crumbs of bread which she strewed every
day on the ground for their breakfast.
But even if it had been very dull weather,
if the sun had not shone, nor the birds sung,
Katie had enough to make her feel very
happy just then. For it was new year's
morning, and it was her grandfather's birth-
day-two welcome events, which always
came together; and she was going, with her
father and mother, and her three brothers, to
spend the day with her grandfather, and with
her aunt Martha, who lived with him. It
was their usual custom to dine and drink tea
with him on his birthday; and Katie and her
brothers thought a great deal of this visit, and
looked forward to it with great eagerness, for
their grandfather was lively and cheerful, and
told them such nice stories, and Aunt Martha
had been long known for her skill in making
cakes and tarts, and was also considered very
generous in giving them away. There was
plenty for everybody, and everybody had


But was this all that Katie had to make her
happy ? Was it only the thought of the
birthday treat which made her heart so light,
and her face so joyous ? Oh no, there were
other and better thoughts in her mind that
morning. She felt very grateful to God for
having kept her in health and safety during
the past year, and for surrounding her with
so many comforts at the beginning of a new
one; and she had knelt early that morning
to ask for guidance and help through the
coming twelve months, if her life were spared
-to ask that she might have grace to over-
come her besetting faults, and to become day
by day more like her Saviour. For Katie
loved her Saviour, and longed, child though
she was, to imitate his bright example, and
to follow in the steps which he has marked
out for us. She wished, too, in the new
year, to try if she could not be of some little
use in the world, by helping to make others
happy. Was not this a good wish on the
first day of a new year ? Let me ask you,
my young reader, whether it is yours; and
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whether you love Jesus, and are stnving to
please him.
When Katie left home, it wanted twenty
minutes to eleven, and the dinner was not
to be ready until two o'clock; but she liked
to be there early, because then she could see
all that there was to be seen, help Aunt
Martha in the kitchen, and have a walk with
her grandfather, if he felt inclined to go out.
She went quickly and joyously on, giving a
glance every minute or two at a tiny, care-
fully-wrapped up parcel which she carried in
one hand, and which seemed, from the care
she took of it, to be something very pre-
cious. What was it? Oh, you must have
patience, and wait until it is proper for
you to know. Secrets must not be told too
Katie had almost reached the little gate
which opened into her grandfather's garden,
when she saw a little girl, who was walking
very slowly a few yards before her, acciden-
tally drop a blue cotton handkerchief or
wrapper on the ground. The little girl, not


perceiving her loss, continued her walk; so
Katie ran after her, picked up the handker-
chief, and gave it her. How glad I am,"
thought Katie, as she hastened after the girl,
"that I saw it; for perhaps she would not
have missed it until she got home, and then
if she had come back to look for it, it is not
likely that she would have found it; and she
seems too poor to afford to lose it." Katie
might well think the little girl was poor, for
her clothes were of the very commonest de-
scription, and the old thin shawl which she
wore would not. protect her much from the
winter's cold. And as she turned round to
take the handkerchief from Katie, which she
did with a grateful "thank you," Katie saw
that she had just been crying, for her cheek
was wet with tears.
What is the matter?" said Katie, her
bright little face looking instantly very serious;
"have you hurt yourself ?"
Oh no," said the girl quickly: I have
been to carry home some work which mother
finished last night, and they would not pay


me for it to-day : they said I must call again,
and mother wanted the money so. I could
not get any more work, either," added the
girl sorrowfully, "and I do not know what
we shall do, for we have nothing left in the
house to eat. We only had one little bit of
bread for breakfast this morning."
The idea of having nothing left to eat
filled Katie's heart with compassion. She
had often read of poor people being in very
great want; but there was something very
different between reading about it in a story,
and meeting with it in real life. Nothing to
eat! To go home after a weary walk, and
find no dinner prepared! Katie could hardly
realize such a sad state of things; and she
looked at the girl as if half doubting whether
it were possible that any one who lived in
their town could actually be without neces-
sary food. Her next thought (for Katie had
been early trained to feel for others and to be
kind to them) was, what could she do to
help this poor girl ? She had a little money
of her own, but it was in a box at home, not


in her pocket; and as it would take her some
time to run back and fetch it, she decided
that as she was close to her grandfather's, she
would ask him to lend her sixpence, that she
might give it to the girl.
"Will you wait here a minute ?" said
Katie, as she opened the garden gate; "I
shall come again almost directly."
The girl seemed a little surprised, but she
readily agreed. She perhaps hoped that in
some way Katie would help her. Indeed, the
few words which Katie had spoken to her
had already done her good; for when we are
in trouble a kind remark, or even a look of
pity, is very welcome. Do not forget this,
my reader, but do all you can to cheer any-
body who is in distress.
Mr. Howard, Katie's grandfather, saw from
his parlour window his little granddaughter
coming, or rather running up the garden, and
he opened the door for her. "Well, dear,"
he said, as he welcomed her, you have come
early; that's right."
Oh, grandfather," began Katie eagerly,


" there is a poor girl waiting at the gate, and
I want sixpence for her, please. She has not
been paid for the work her mother did; and
now, when she goes home they will have
nothing to eat, and they had only one bit of
bread this morning. She must be very hun-
gry, grandfather. I may ask Aunt Martha,
may I not, for a slice of bread and butter
to give her? and will you lend me six-
pence ?"
She shall have something to eat, Katie,
if you think she is hungry, but we will not
give her any money until we are sure that
they need it."
But, grandfather, they must need it if
they have not any. She told me their money
was all gone; and I am sure she looks honest,
and she is very clean."
Well, tell her to come in, Katie, and
then I can see what she looks like; and I
dare say Aunt Martha will not refuse you
the bread and butter."
Katie hastened through the garden, and
telling the girl that her grandfather wished to


speak to her, told her to go into the house.
Mr. Howard spoke kindly to her, and asked
her several questions about herself and her
mother, in order to learn, if he could, the
truth of her story. Her name, she said, was
Nelly Turner. Her mother was a widow,
and used to go out caring; but she had
never got over the effects of a severe fever
which she had during the last summer, and
was not strong enough to do anything but
needlework. And plain needlework, even
when she could get enough of it, was so very
badly paid for, that she could not manage to
support herself and her child. And this week
she had been very ill for two or three days,
which had sadly hindered her; and the result
was that the shirts which she had to make
were not finished until a day after the time
And this was why you could not get
any more to-day, I suppose ?" said Mr.
Yes, sir, I believe so," answered Nelly;
" and I cannot get the money for those until


to-morrow. And mother will not know where
to get work now."
Oh, perhaps they will let you have some
more to-morrow, when you go for the money,"
said Mr. Howard, cheeringly. I hope you
are a good girl to your mother, and do all you
can to help her."
Nelly looked up, and said very modestly,
" Yes, sir."
While this was going on between Mr.
Howard and Nelly, Katie went to Aunt
Martha, who was busy in the kitchen, and
asked her to give Nelly something to eat.
Aunt Martha did not require many words to
grant Katie's request; and in addition to the
thick slice of bread and butter which she cut,
she poured out a breakfast cupfull of nice hot
coffee, which she said would warm the poor
girl, and do her good.
Ruth, the servant, was chopping suet at a
side table, and she did not altogether approve
of this liberality. I don't suppose, ma'am,"
she said to Aunt Martha, that this girl is so
badly off as she makes out. It is astonishing


what deception there is amongst poor people.
They will invent any sort of a story to get
money; and their children are taught to do
the same. I don't wonder at the girl imposing
on Miss Katie, for she is not used to such
ways; but I should not have thought, ma'am,
that you would have believed her."
Ruth was an old servant, who had lived
in the family since Katie's mother was a baby,
and she was generally allowed the privilege of
saying what she pleased.
I am not sure that I do, Ruth," replied
her mistress quietly,-Aunt Martha always
spoke very quietly,-" but if the girl is hungry
there can be no harm in giving her something
to eat; and we can make some inquiries before
we do anything more for her."
I am not one to grudge a bit of bread to
any deserving person, ma'am; but I do not
like to encourage idle boys and girls, who
would rather beg than work."
Oh, Ruth," said Katie hastily, she
didn't beg."
The entrance of Nelly herself, who had


been told by Mr. Howard to step into the
kitchen and get some breakfast, stopped these
remarks; and when Ruth saw how young the
girl was, how well she behaved, and how
thankfully and eagerly she ate what was set
before her, her feelings towards her were
much softened; and as she listened to the
answers which Nelly made to Aunt Martha's
gentle inquiries, she even suggested in a
whisper to her mistress that they should give
her a loaf of bread and a bit of tea, to take
home to her mother.
Aunt Martha was quite ready to do this,
and the happy Nelly did not go home empty-
As soon as she had gone, Mr. Howard
called Katie into the parlour. Would you
like a walk, Katie ? because, if you would,
we might follow Nelly home, and call and
see her mother at once. I have been thinking
that she would perhaps be glad of a coal-
ticket; and since God has given us so many
good things, we ought .to do all that we can
to help those who are in want."


Katie willingly agreed to her grandfather's
plan, and when -she had told Aunt Martha
where they were going, she brought Mr.
Howard his best walking-stick-of course he
must have his best stick on his birthday-
and they set off to find Nelly's mother.



KATIE walked quietly along with her grand-
father. Their road was not so pleasant after
they left the long, quiet lane; for it lay
through narrow streets, which were some-
times rather noisy and sometimes not very
clean; for it was the poorest part of the town
to which Nelly had directed them. But
Katie so enjoyed a walk with her grand-
father, especially on so nice an errand, that
she would not have complained had the way
been even less pleasant than it was.
After several turnings they arrived at Prim-
rose Gardens, the address that Nelly had
given; but the name rather puzzled Katie;
for there was not the least patch of garden
ground, only a narrow strip of pavement in
front of the dirty-looking houses. Not far
from Primrose Gardens was a clean, well-


stocked baker's shop. In one corner of the
window were some nice currant buns, and
Mr. Howard went in and bought two for
Katie and one for himself. The mistress,
who served, was very civil; and Mr. Howard
asked her whether she knew widow Turner,
who lived in the Gardens, and did plain
Oh! yes, sir," said the baker's wife, and
a busy, tidy woman she is, though I am
afraid she is rather badly off at times; for
she has nothing but what she earns with her
needle to keep both herself and her child;
and you know, I dare say, sir, that plain
work brings but a very poor price now-a-
days. But Mrs. Turner seldom complains,
and, hard as she may be pinched, never runs
into debt. I only wish all my customers were
like her."
Mr. Howard was glad to hear so good an
account of Nelly's mother; and, when he had
thanked the baker's wife for what she had
told him, he and Katie turned their steps
towards Primrose Gardens, and soon found


No. 4. A loud tap or two with the hand-
for there was no knocker-brought a woman,
with a baby in her arms, to see what was
wanted; and, in answer to Mr. Howard's
civil inquiry, she told him that he must go
up two pair of stairs, and that then, down a
little passage to the left, he would find Mrs.
Turner's room.
You must mind how you go, sir, and
the young lady, too," said the woman, look-
ing curiously, as if she wondered what they
could want with Mrs. Turner; for the stairs
are uncommonly steep and dark, and there's a
great hole on the first landing."
Mr. Howard thanked her, and then Katie
and he began the somewhat difficult ascent.
Partly for his sake and partly for her own,
Katie kept tight hold of her grandfather's
hand as they went carefully up the high
narrow staircase. They stepped safely over
the great hole," which nobody seemed to
think it necessary to mend, and mounted the
second flight, which was even more time-worn
than the first.


Why do people live in such a poor place?"
asked Katie, as they reached the top.
"Because they can't afford to live in a
better, I suppose," said her grandfather. "But
there are worse and poorer houses than this,
It was beyond all effort of Katie's thoughts
how anything could be more uncomfortable
and miserable than the present one; so she
glanced rather doubtfully at the damp, dis-
coloured walls, worm-eaten wood, and broken
window-panes, stuffed with old rags, and
tried to believe that her grandfather certainly
knew better than she did about such things.
Down a little dark passage, after a minute's
groping, they found a door. It was shut,
but a gentle knock soon brought some one to
open it; and when the light from within
showed them Nelly's pale, serious little face,
they knew that they were right. Nelly
coloured with surprise when she saw them,
but also looked pleased; and, as they followed
her into the room, they heard her say, in a
hurried tone to her mother, something about


" the gentleman who"-the rest was lost in a
It was a small room, and poorly furnished;
for one thing had been parted with after
another in order to buy food; but there was
an air of general neatness and cleanliness
about it which spoke well for the tidy habits
of those who lived there. On a square
wooden table, which stood in the middle,
were placed the bread and tea and rice and
sugar which Aunt Martha had given to
Nelly; and beside them was Nelly's old
brown straw bonnet, which she had thrown
carelessly down in her haste to tell her good
Mrs. Turner had evidently just laid aside
her work to look at these unexpected gifts,
and to listen to her child's eager account.
She was a thin, tidy-looking woman, with a
sorrowful look. Her life, for some years
past, had been a rugged and a painful one,
and she had not learned-ah how slowly we,
any of us, learn!-to say, with entire and
heartfelt trust, "The will of the Lord be


done." She felt it hard sometimes that she
had so many troubles to endure, while others
had all they could wish to make them happy.
And yet Mrs. Turner was a Christian woman;
she really loved and served God. You are
surprised, perhaps, at this; so was Katie.
She stood listening to the words which passed
between the widow and her grandfather, and
she could not help noticing that, although
Mrs. Turner appeared sincerely to agree with
the heart-cheering truth that God knows
what is good for us far better than we do
ourselves, she did not seem quite satisfied
with the ways of Providence.
Yet a happy smile-almost a bright smile
-played over her pale features, when some
remark of Mr. Howard's showed that he loved
the same Saviour as she did, and was looking
forward to the same home as herself; and she
replied feelingly, Oh! if it were not for
the consolation of religion, I do not know
what I should have done, sir; for I have had
a trying time of it ever since Nelly was born.
I was brought up in comfort and respecta-


ability, and never thought that I should come
to want a bit of bread. I do not want to
complain: I know God's will is right; but
it is hard to work and slave, day after day, as
I have done, and yet not be able to earn
decent support."
Very kind and very gentle was Mr. How-
ard's reply. He did not find fault, nor did
he coldly say that it was our duty to be
patient and resigned. The suffering poor
want kind and soothing words, and Katie's
grandfather gave both freely and heartily,
and yet at the same time he led the widow's
thoughts to such right views of God's ever-
watchful care, as made her feel sorrow for
her past distrust and more hopeful about the
future. Mr. Howard's visit cheered her a
good deal; for she had not any Christian
friends to encourage her, and she was natu-
rally inclined to be fretful. Katie watched
her looks as they became more bright when
her grandfather went on talking ; and she
thought to herself, How clever grandfather
is! How easy it seems for him to make


other people happy! I wish I could manage
as nicely as he does."
Have patience, little Katie; you are learn-
ing as fast as you can. Before Mr. Howard
went away he told Mrs. Turner that if she
were unable to procure any more needlework
at present from the house where she had
been employed, she might call upon him-
Nelly knew the address-and he would see
whether his daughter could not give her
something to do, or at all events recommend
her to those who could. Mrs. Turner dropped
a curtsey, and thanked him for his kindness ;
and she also thanked him earnestly for the
things which Nelly had brought home. The
coal-ticket was offered and gladly accepted,
and then Mr. Howard and his little grand-
daughter turned to go.
Mrs. Turner quickly reached a candlestick
from the mantel-shelf, lighted the bit of
candle in it, and bade Nelly carry it down
stairs before the gentleman, that he and the
young lady might more easily descend the
dark staircase. So Katie and her grandfather


made better progress in going down than in
coming up.
Katie slipped her remaining bun into
Nelly's hand as they parted. She only ate
one in the shop, intending to carry the other
home for her youngest brother; but, as she
reasoned to herself, it would be far more of a
treat to Nelly than it would be to Charlie,
especially as he would have plenty of good
things to eat on his grandfather's birthday.
A bun was indeed a treat to Nelly; for it
was a long time since she had enjoyed so
great a dainty as that, and she ran back to
her mother with such a pleased look. Katie
had sent more than one ray of gladness that
day into Nelly's sorrowful little heart. Have
you, young reader, ever made, or tried to
make, anybody happy ?
Katie and her grandfather had, a nice
bracing walk back again-a walk none the
less enjoyed because they had been on an
errand of kindness and mercy; and they
reached home just as "mamma" and her
three boys had arrived to dinner. What a


bustle Katie's brothers made as they rushed to
meet their grandfather, and to wish him many
happy returns of the day I As soon as there
was a slight pause, Katie put her hand in her
pocket and drew out the small parcel which
the meeting with Nelly, and the visit to her,
had obliged her to set aside for a time. When
it was mentioned before, did not my reader
want to know what was in it ? Well, you
shall know now. It contained a blue silk
purse, almost covered with bright steel beads.
It looked very shining and very strong.
This was Katie's present to her grand-
Mr. Howard was very much pleased with
it. It was just what he wanted. His old
purse was not only shabby, but was wearing
out, and quite unfit to be trusted much longer
with the care of money. This was no news to
Katie; she had long since had private notice
of this fact from Aunt Martha, and had acted
upon it. The silk and beads had been bought
with Katie's own money, which she had
saved for a workbox; but she preferred


spending it on her grandfather to spending it
on herself.
Now I do not think," said Mr. Howard,
"that the money out of my old purse ought
to go into my new purse; so I must ask you
young folks to help me get rid of it." He
shook the different pieces out of his old purse
and sorted them, while the children looked
on with delight. There are four half-crowns,
five shillings, five sixpences, three fourpenny
and six threepenny pieces. Let us see,
Charlie, if you can divide them at all
Charlie did his best, but he was rather
perplexed with such a novel sort of division
sum; and it was not without many mistakes
and much laughter that the money was at
length equally divided.
How much was there for each? Why,
Katie and her three brothers had each exactly
five shillings.
"Why, how strange !" cried Charlie, that
there should be just enough, and not any more
than enough, for us to share alike. If there


had been threepence over now, how could I
have managed it?"
"It is strange, mamma, is it not?" said
Mrs. Seymour smiled, and Katie caught the
meaning of her smile.
Oh! I know, Charlie," she said; "grand-
father meant beforehand to give us the money,
and he chose out different pieces on purpose
to puzzle us in dividing them. Now, didn't
you, grandfather ?"
Mr. Howard laughed, and reminded them
that the dinner was waiting. Ruth had been
to say so, but the children were so busy with
the money that they had not heard her. So
they all hastened to partake of Aunt Martha's
good fare.
How rich Katie felt with her grandfather's
gift! Charlie decided to purchase a new
paint-box with his money; his brothers talked
of buying books with theirs; and Katie-
what would Katie do with her five shillings ?
We shall see.



KATIE'S thoughts were busy as soon as she
awoke the next day, about Nelly and her
mother. She was so glad that they would
have a good breakfast and a better fire that
morning; and she had no doubt that if Aunt
Martha interested herself for them, she would
get Mrs. Turner as much needlework as she
could do; for Aunt Martha was one of those
persons who seldom fail in anything which
they undertake.
What a good thing it was that Nelly'
dropped her wrapper yesterday, and that I
picked it up," said Katie to herself, as she
nestled down on her warm pillow; for if I
had not done so, we might never have known
anything about them. And then they would
not have got that nice basketful of eatables,
and must have been so badly off. But what


a chance it seemed whether I spoke to Nelly
or not. Yet I suppose it was not chance;
there is not such a thing as chance: grand-
father said that God took care of Mrs. Turner,
and that he sent us to help her. And he is
right, because the Bible says that God minds
his creatures. Only, how wonderful it is that
God should take care of everybody, and know
just what they want, and put it into our
hearts to give them exactly what they most
need! How great and good he must be!"
Then Katie remembered these verses which
she had heard as the text of a sermon on the
Sunday before: Are not two sparrows sold
for a farthing ? and one of them shall not fall
on the ground without your Father. But the
very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value
than many sparrows," Matt. x. 29-31; and
she thought what a comfort it was to know
that we have the great and holy God as our
Father and Friend. I cannot think how it
is," she said, that everybody does not trust
in him; it would make them so happy."


Katie knew this, not only because she had
read it, and had been taught it, but also be-
cause she had found it out for herself. She
had learned it by experience. Suppose you
had never seen a fire. You might be told
that if you were near one on a winter's day, it
would warm you and make you comfortable,
and you might believe what you were told;
but this would not be half so good as having
a real fire in your own room, and sitting by
its cheerful blaze until you were quite warmed.
Then you would not only believe, but you
would experience its value. And this was the
way-the best way-in which Katie knew
that true happiness springs from love to God.
She felt it in her own heart. It made her
And it can make you happy, my young
reader, as well as Katie. Will you not seek
the gift of God's Holy Spirit ? Will you not
trust in the Saviour now, and give him your
heart ? If you do you will find, as Katie
did, that religion's ways are ways of pleasant-
ness, and its paths, paths of peace. For you


will never be so successful in making others
happy, as when you are first happy yourself.
Cross, discontented, and unamiable persons
are not likely to take much pains in helping
on the joy of those around them. They have
neither the motive nor the desire to do so.
But if you believe in Jesus as your Saviour,
your heart will be so full of peace and glad-
ness, that it will overflow in blessings to
How long Katie would have lain that
morning thinking about Nelly, and forming
certain little plans about her, I do not know,
had not the loud and merry sound of her
brothers' voices aroused her from her pleasant
day-dreams, and reminded her that it was
time to get up. She rose hastily and dressed
herself ; and upon looking out of the window
into the back garden, saw that there had been
a heavy fall of snow during the night, and
that Walter, and Alfred, and Charlie were
amusing themselves with making a snow man.
Katie would have joined them, but she had a
slight cold, and her mamma told her she had


better keep within doors. So she contented
herself with watching them from the window;
and before breakfast was ready they had rolled
together a large, odd-looking figure, which
the whole household were called upon to
After breakfast, Walter went with his
father into his study to write some letters for
him. Katie sat down by her mother to work
at some doll's things, which she was preparing
for a little friend, and which she was rather
in a hurry to finish. This little friend-
Patty Cooper-had complained one day to
Katie, that her best doll, a large new doll
which had been given her, was obliged to be
kept shut up in a drawer for want of clothes
to wear. Patty could not make any herself,
and her elder sister would not help her-at
least, not for a long time to come; she had
plenty of her own work to do, she said, and
could not be teased with doll's things. It
was not very kind, nor very sisterly of her,
Katie thought; for Patty was a sickly little
creature, who wanted more in-door amuse-


ments than most children, because she was so
seldom able to go out. Katie made up her
mind to fill up the sister's place, by making a
frock, and bonnet, and mantle for the waxen
baby: she had managed to take the length
and size-when Patty did not see her, and the
new things were to be a pleasant "surprise to
the little girl. Katie's mother had furnished
her with some pink muslin for the dress, and
Katie had found silk enough among her own
stores for the other articles, and was now very
busy, under her mother's directions, in putting
them together. And this snowy weather
quickened her movements, for there was no
hope of Patty's stirring out while it lasted;
and how dull she would be, poor child, sitting
all day long by the fireside! Katie was not
very fond of work, but she was very fond of
making others happy; and the thought of
the bright looks with which her present
would be received by little Patty, made her
needle move cheerfully, although there was
an interesting book on her table still unread:
and who loved books more dearly than Katie?


Alfred and Charlie found for themselves a
new, and certainly a healthful employment.
This was, sweeping all the snow which led
from the front door to the garden gate. The
front of the house was almost as retired as
the back, for very few persons passed that way
into the town; so Mrs. Seymour smiled at
their wish to be useful, and told them that
they had full liberty to sweep the snow if
they chose to do so, only they must put on
their thick shoes. All children, boys espe-
cially, like to do something which they call
"work :" it makes them feel more manly;
and Alfred and Charlie were as much in
earnest as if they were dependent upon their
labour for a living.
Presently, as Katie was quietly talking to
her mother, Alfred came in. He looked warm
and annoyed. His mother saw in a minute
that something was the matter. What!
finished already, Alfred?" said Katie, glanc-
cing towards the garden. Charlie was still
there, sweeping away as diligently as at first.
"Why, you have left off before Charlie!"


continued Katie, in a tone of surprise; "were
you tired first ?"
No, I am not tired," said Alfred, "but I
do not want to sweep away any more. I do
not think it is just the thing to be seen clear-
ing away the snow."
Oh, Alfred, who is there to see you?"
Plenty of people," said Alfred, pettishly;
"why, Miss Layton and her sister went past,
and they stared so at us, and looked so sur-
prised. I heard Augusta Layton say to her
sister, How strange it is of their father to
let them sweep away the snow, like poor boys!
It is so very ungenteel.' And Miss Layton
turned round again, as if she could hardly
believe that it was Charlie and I; and then
she said something to Augusta, and they both
I think that was quite as ungenteel' as
clearing the snow," said Katie; was it not,
mother? Would you have minded them, if
you had been Alfred ?"
If I had thought that I was doing any-
thing that was wrong or unsuitable, I would


have not done it in future," said Mrs. Sey-
mour; but I would not have left off simply
because I was laughed at."
"But I do not like to be laughed at,
mother," cried Alfred. Besides, we ought
to mind about other people's opinion, should
we not?"
That depends a little, Alfred, upon who
the other people' are, and also upon their
means of forming a correct opinion. It is
quite right to refrain from giving unnecessary
offence to any one; and we should try, as
much as we can, to gain the approval of the
wise and good. I dislike very much to see
children and young persons with a wilful,
care-for-nobody sort of manner. But I think
that you are more likely to run to the other
extreme, and to give up even what you
know to be right, through dread of being
laughed at."
Oh no, mother," said Alfred earnestly,
"it is only in little things that I cannot bear
to be teased or laughed at."
Mrs. Seymour shook her head. It is in


little things, Alfred, that we show what we
are likely to be in great things. And I am
desirous, my dear boy, that you should begin
now, while you are at home, to get into the
habit of asking yourself, not' What will peo-
ple say ?' but What ought I to do?' because
I fear lest, in scenes of greater temptation,
your love of praise and approbation should
lead you astray."
In came Charlie, at that minute, his cheeks
red and glowing, and some bits of snow cling-
ing to his blue jacket. It was too bad of
you, Master Alfred," he said, to run away,
and leave me to finish the work."
Did you hear," asked Katie, "what
Augusta said ?"
To be sure I did," said Charlie; but what
of that ? I was not ashamed of clearing the
path. Why, even Peter the Great worked
in a dockyard; and made himself a pair of
Little Charlie drew himself up, and tried
to look dignified; and felt vain of being so
much more independent than his brother.


Oh, in how many different ways do wrong
feelings creep in I
Their mother just then left the room.
Walter will not be able to go out yet,"
said Alfred, after a little pause, so let us
play at that new game, Charlie, which he
brought home from school."
No, not now," said Charlie, "I do not
want to play; I want to read my book of
But you can read that another time."
"And you can have the game another
Not by myself, I cannot; and you can
read, you know, just as well when I am not
Katie looked up from her work. "Yes,
Charlie," she said, play with Alfred a little
while now, and read your book when he goes
out with Walter."
But I tell you I do not wish to play,"
said Charlie, "and I am not obliged to do
just what Alfred chooses. He did not stop to
help me with the snow."


Alfred was displeased; he had not anything
else which he liked to do just then; the little
trouble about the snow-sweeping had ruffled
his temper. He muttered something about
Charlie's selfishness, and looked himself any-
thing but amiable.



KATIE was sorry for both her brothers--
sorry that one was not more ready to oblige,
and that the other was so ready to lose his
temper. Charlie had cleared the path to
the garden gate by his industry; but he
was blocking up the way to Alfred's love by
his unkindness. Could not Katie sweep away
the snow which was in-doors? Could she
not help Alfred to get rid of his chilled and
unhappy feelings ? She thought she could;
at any rate she could try. She could
offer to play with Alfred in Charlie's stead.
It is true she must lay aside her work to do
that, and she was very desirous to finish it,
because Patty was going to have a small
party soon; but, by a little self-denial, she
could manage both. Aunt Martha had given
her a little story book yesterday, which she


was very wishful to read; but if she put off
that pleasure for the present, she would be
able to oblige Alfred, and to get her work
done also. Therefore, putting the needle
into the doll's frock, she pushed her workbox
gently from her, and said cheerfully, I will
have a game with you, if you like, Alfred."
Alfred was glad of the offer, for Katie was
a clever playmate. That is a good girl I"
he cried, as he jumped off the sofa: you
shall see if you cannot beat me this time."
Then, recollecting how busily Katie was
stitching the minute before, he paused, and
said, But I thought you were in such a
hurry with your work ?"
So I am," said Katie; "but I shall have
time to finish it before to-morrow. And I
shall work all the better after a little change,
for my fingers are tired now."
How pleasant it is when things are done in
a graceful manner I Some girls, if they had
been in Katie's place, would have made a
merit of obliging their brother, and would
have taken care to let him see that it was an


act of great self-denial on their part. But
charity seeketh not her own," "vaunteth
not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave
itself unseemly."
The table was cleared, the game spread
out, and Alfred and Katie were soon busily
engaged. All the dark clouds which had
gathered over Alfred's face were sent far
away, and he enjoyed himself very much
until Walter's return.
While the game was played, Charlie sat in
his snug little chair by the fire, with his
hands upon his knees, but he did not seem to
sit very comfortably. He could not help
hearing what had passed, and it rather dis-
turbed him, for Charlie had a conscience,
though he would not listen to its voice. He
had seen Katie's pleasant look, and her readi-
ness to oblige another, and he felt, How
much more kind and amiable Katie is than I!
How cheerfully she gave up her work to
play with Alfred! I wish I could be like
her! I wish I had not spoken as I did to


Kind little Katie! her loving deeds cast
their influence as far as Charlie's unnoticed
corner, and were now showing him his own
faults and defects. If it had not been for
the contrast, he would hardly have noticed
his selfishness; and although it was not plea-
sant to be forced to see it, there was hope of
its doing him good; for we are not likely to
get rid of our sinful habits, while we are
ignorant that they exist. Do not shut your
eyes to the knowledge of yourselves; seek
for the Holy Spirit's grace, that you may
know what you really are, and when you
know your failings, seek more grace to deliver
you from them.
Walter and Alfred went out with their
father, and Charlie would have liked to go
with them, but the walk was too long for
him, so he was obliged to stay at home.
He was tired of reading his book, for, though
he refused to lay it aside at Arthur's request,
he was not a great reader; and now he
fidgetted about the room wishing that he had
something fresh to do, and doubting whether


"holidays" were such desirable things, after
all. Katie at length got up and went away;
and Charlie was not pleased when she did not
return, for he wanted her to talk to him and
amuse him. Oh, yes, he was ready enough
to get all he could from others, but he
was not willing to give much in return.
His chief aim was to make himself happy,
but he often failed: and no wonder, for
selfishness is not the road which leads to
He was stooping idly over the fire, watch-
ing the flame of a large coal, when Katie
came back, dressed for a walk. It was so
fine and sunny that her mother thought a
little run out would not do her any harm;
and Katie was anxious to go to her grand-
father's, that she might see whether Mis.
Turner or Nelly had been there. There was
an old winter's frock of Katie's, which Mrs.
Seymour thought would do nicely for Nelly,
with a little alteration, if she were in want of
one, of which there could be little doubt.
Katie was to inquire about it, if she met

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with Mrs. Turner, and arrange for Nelly
to come to their house to fetch it; but if
Mrs. Turner had already called, Katie was
to leave the message with Aunt Martha,
that it might be given to her the next
time she came.
Katie was very glad to go, for she had
been afraid that it would be too damp for her
to venture out. She was almost as pleased
with the idea of giving her old frock to Nelly,
as if she were going to have a new one her-
self; for she did not suppose that Nelly
already had one that was half as good. Her
clothing seemed to be very poor and scanty
indeed. And the weather now was so very
cold, that everybody who went out-of-doors
-and that stopped in-doors too-required
to be well wrapped up, in order to keep
themselves warm. How nice it is in win-
ter-time, when we have thick frocks, or
stout jackets, and good, blazing fires, to
think of the shivering and needy poor, and
to spare them something that will relieve
their wants I


But Katie did not forget that while
she was away Charlie would be left quite
alone; for Mrs. Seymour was very busily
engaged. So, like a good little sister, she
obtained permission for him to go along
with her.
Going out, Katie !" cried her brother, in a
tone which seemed to say, Everybody is going
out somewhere except me!
Yes, Charlie, to grandfather's; and you
may go with me, if you like."
May I? Did mother say so?"
Yes, I asked her, because I knew you
would not want to stay in by yourself, and
she said yes directly."
Charlie felt that Katie's kind thought about
him was more than he deserved, after his bad
conduct to Alfred. How was it that his sister
seemed to take such a pleasure in suiting
other people ? He could not tell, and he
did not trouble himself very much about it;
but it was very agreeable to him to be thus
cared for; and he put on his cap and
cloak, quite as willing as Katie, to pay a


visit to their grandfather's cottage; for had
not Aunt Martha always a cake, or an
apple, or a tart, to bestow upon little girls
and boys ?
Katie and her brother had only just reached
their grandfather's, when Mrs. Turner called
to speak to Aunt Martha. Now it happened
that Aunt Martha had a set of shirts cut out
for her father, which would soon be wanted
for use. She was glad to meet with any one,
like Mrs. Turner, who could assist her. A
set of shirts at the liberal price which Aunt
Martha insisted upon paying for them, was
nice work for Mrs. Turner; and she took the
first one home with her most thankfully.
She had brought a pattern of her work,
which fully satisfied even Aunt Martha,-
and she was not very easy to please in that
Mrs. Turner, poor and badly off as she was
now, had been very well brought up, and
her manners were very good. Oh, if you
had seen how pleased she looked as she left
the house with her parcel, and if you had


heard the grateful words which fell in a
half-whisper from her lips, as she walked
quickly along the lane, you would have
felt how delightful it is to make others
happy, and to cause the widow's heart to
sing for joy.
Katie at least felt this; and when she had
watched Mrs. Turner through the garden
gate, she turned to Ruth, to ask her for
her sympathy and opinion respecting Nelly's
Oh, Ruth," she said, is it not a good
thing that Aunt Martha is able to give Mrs.
Turner work? I do not know what she
would have done this week without it. How
do you like her, Ruth? Is she not a nice,
pleasing woman, and does she not speak
softly ? "
Ruth's tones were anything but soft," as
she replied, with a slight toss of the head,
" Oh, I dare say she is a decent person
enough; and it's very fortunate for her that
mistress has taken a fancy to her; but I can-
not say that I just like to see a needlewoman


with a veil thrown over her bonnet, as if she
were setting up for a lady."
Katie had expected that all Ruth's preju-
dices would have melted away at the sight of
Mrs. Turner, and that she would have shared
in the general goodwill towards her. But
instead of that, she seemed more than ever
disposed to find fault. Katie did not know
how to defend the old black veil; it was
hardly in keeping, perhaps, with the rest of
her dress; she could only urge in Mrs. Tur-
ner's favour the different way in which she
had formerly lived.
"But, Ruth, you know, she is not ex-
actly a poor person-I mean she has not
always been so; she was very well off
once, she says, and so she was used to better
It does not signify what people have been
used to, Miss Katie; they should act accord-
ing to their present means, that's always my
doctrine. I have not always been a servant,
if it comes to that, but I hope I know how
to conduct myself properly."


Which was the same as saying that Mrs.
Turner did not know how; so Katie was
silenced-it was hopeless to try to convince
Ruth-and she thought to herself, it was well
that everybody was not so sharp and un-
charitable as Ruth.



WHEN Katie was at home again, she told her
mother what remarks Ruth had made about
Mrs. Turner, and finished by saying," Mother,
I do not like Ruth at all."
Do you not, Katie? Just because she
does not like Mrs. Turner ?"
Not only because of that, mother; she
is always so -cross, and grumbles so about
Hush!" said her mother; "I think we
are not getting very kind, or very charitable
now. Poor Ruth is not very good-tempered,
I must allow; but she has had many trials to
bear, which have made her rather cross."
Mrs. Seymour paused for a minute, and then
added, Would you like to hear a little
about Ruth's former history, Katie ? I think


it will interest you, and help you to make
some allowance for Ruth's hasty temper. I
have often intended to tell it to you; and
now, as you are going to sit down to your
work, we shall have a little quiet time to
Katie, you may be sure, was quite willing
to agree to this proposal; and so, while she
was trimming the doll's mantle with a nar-
row black border, Mrs. Seymour began as
Ruth was an only child, Katie, and
sadly indulged by her parents. They gave
way to her in almost everything, and en-
couraged her wrong tempers and feelings
instead of trying to subdue them. She
must have whatever she wanted, if it was
in their power to get it for her; and there-
fore, as might be expected, she was a spoilt,
self-willed little child; caring for nobody's
comfort but her own, and throwing her-
self into fits of passion, if she did not have
her own way. She has told me this her-
self, Katie, and has often been sorry that


her father and mother trained her so badly,
and made her both a trouble to herself, and
to all around her.
As Ruth grew older, she lost, of course,
some of her childish habits; she did not
cry or scream at every little offence, or
snatch anything nice off the table as she
used to do; but there was no real change
in herself and her feelings; and her mother,
I believe, was not sorry when she went
out to service. She would not have had
to go to service if her father had lived,
for he had high wages, and could easily
support his wife and child; but he died
after a long illness, and Ruth and her
mother were left to work for their own
Ruth was very quick and clever, and
easily got a good place; but then she did
not keep it long, for as soon as she met
with something in it which she did not
quite like, she left of her own accord, and
went home to her mother again; and how
many places she had before she came to


us-and she was only fifteen then-I really
do not know. It was as much her mother's
fault as hers, for she always told her, Now,
Ruth, if you are not comfortable, do not
stay. My child shall never be ill-treated
by any master or mistress, so long as she has
a home to come to. Ruth, as was very
natural, followed this advice, and at the
first word of reproof from anybody, gave
warning, and returned to her fond but un-
wise parent.
Well, she came to live with your grand-
mother, Katie, when I was a baby, and she
was so active, and useful, and so fond of me,
that we never parted with her until she was
married. And she never wished to leave
before, for she had grown tired of changing
so often, and was as well satisfied with our
place, as she was likely to be with any;
besides, my mother was a good manager of
young people, and she knew how to manage
one of Ruth's temper better than most mis-
tresses would have done; and so they got
on very well together.


Ruth was married from their house,
for her mother had died before then; and
your grandfather gave her the wedding-
dinner, and a great many valuable presents."
"And what was her husband, mamma ?"
asked Katie.
He was a grocer, and had a very good
business. Some persons wondered that he
should marry Ruth, but he had known her
and liked her since they were children.
It was quite a lift for Ruth as regards
worldly things; she had a nice though small
house of her own, a girl to help in the
work, and enough money for the supply
of her wants."
"And were they happy, mamma ?"
"Yes, as happy as those can be who
have never found out the secret of true
happiness; for neither Ruth nor her hus-
band were Christians then. They had one
child, a fair, blue-eyed little fellow. He was
named Edward, after his father, who was
very proud of him, and brought him up about
as foolishly as Ruth's parents had brought


her up. If he wanted anything which it
was not proper for him to have, he had
only to cry for it, and he soon got it.
Ruth often brought him to see us, for he
was quite a little pet of ours. Many were
the games of play that I had with him."
Oh, he went to sea and was lost, was
he not, mamma?" said Katie; "I have
heard you and Aunt Martha speak about
Yes, dear, he went to sea when he was
grown a great boy. But before that time,
while he was still a little boy, his father
failed in business, and soon afterwards died;
and Ruth was not only left a widow, but
in a very destitute condition. Losing her
husband, and with him her means of sup-
port, was a sad blow to her; but her child
was still a precious treasure to her, and her
love for him made her struggle against her
sorrow, and strive, for his sake, to exert
herself. Some friends of her husband, who
lived in a distant part of the country, per-
suaded her to go into their town, where


they thought she might earn enough by
her needle to keep herself and Edward; and
so we lost sight of her for a few years. Oh,
how changed she was when we saw her
again !"
"Did she come back here, then, mam-
"Yes, bowed down with trouble, and
almost broken-hearted. She had had a hard
time of it since she went away, for work
was often scarce, and often badly paid; but
she would not have minded that if Edward
had been a comfort to her. But, instead of
in any way helping her to bear the troubles
of life, he added to them by his bad ways.
He was allowed to run about in the streets
with other boys; and he got into the com-
pany of idle and wicked lads, who made
him as bad as themselves, and Ruth soon
lost the little control she had over him. It
was what she might have expected; for
king Solomon's words are still true: "A
child left to himself bringeth his mother
to shame." And the end of it was, as you


have already heard, Katie, that when he
was between fifteen and sixteen he ran away
from home and went to sea, without saying
a word to his mother of what he was going
to do. She was very ill for a long time after-
wards. When she was better, she managed
to return here, and your grandfather offered
her a home again in his house, which she
gladly accepted; and there she has been ever
since. It is a quiet place for her; and she
is an honest, valuable servant to them. Aunt
Martha is so patient and gentle, that she
does not seem to mind Ruth's temper. She
knows how much Ruth has had to try it,
and how sad she often feels when she thinks
of her poor boy; and therefore she tries to
cheer her as much as she can, and to make
things pleasant to her, that she may not often
dwell upon the past."
Oh, mamma!" said Katie, I do not
think I shall be cross with Ruth any more,
now that I know what troubles she has had.
I will try and be as kind to her as Aunt
Martha is. How she must grieve about her


boy! Was he lost on the first voyage,
mamma ?"
"We cannot tell, Katie; the vessel was
wrecked in which it was supposed that he
had sailed, but it was possible that he might
have gone in some other, and so have escaped.
And if so, he may still be alive. Only he
has never been heard of from that day to
this; and we think he must be dead, for if
not, he would surely have written. Ruth,
I believe, has given up all hopes long ago;
but the thought of her poor Edward is as
painful to her as ever it was. She loved him
so very much."
Mrs. Seymour was called away just as she
had finished speaking, to give some orders in
the kitchen; and Katie sat with her needle
between her fingers, thinking about Ruth,
and the loss of her son.
Poor Ruth I" thought Katie, I do not
wonder she frets about him. It must be so
very bad to part with anybody one loves
in that way; not to know what has become
of them, and never to see them again. If


she had heard where Edward died, and when,
and how, it seems as if it would not be half
so hard to bear as it is now. And then, to
have to reproach herself, as she must have,
with being partly the cause of his turning
out so wild and so unsteady !--oh! I cannot
tell how she endures it." Katie shrank from
the very idea of it, it was so distressing.
Then she thought again, Is Ruth a Chris-
tian ? If she is not, she has not anything
which can really help her in her trials. I
wish I had asked mamma. But at all events
I can pray for her, that God would comfort
her, and make her more patient and kind-
tempered. When I go to my grandfather's,
I must do all I can to please and amuse
her. But, oh dear !" sighed Katie, "how
little I can do I Ruth is not likely to care
much for me." At that instant these favourite
lines came into her mind-
"What if a drop of rain should say,
So small a drop as I
Can ne'er refresh the thirsty plain,
I'll tarry in the sky ?"


And she brightened up with the hope that
she might help, in a very little degree cer-
tainly, but still she might help, to make
Ruth happier. At least, she would not be
annoyed, as she often had been, by her sharp
and unpleasant remarks; and she would not
give her any trouble when she was there, that
she could possibly help.
It strikes me, my reader, that if you were
to make a resolve like Katie's, and if you
were to study the character of those around
you as she did, your home would perhaps
be a more peaceful dwelling than it is at



IN the midst of Katie's quiet musings about
Ruth, there came a ring at the door-bell,
and presently Katie was called into the pas-
sage to speak to Nelly.
Oh, Nelly," she said, I am glad it is
you; just step into the parlour a minute,
please, while I run and speak to mamma.
But how cold you look, Nelly! and how
swelled your hands are! Have you not any
gloves ?"
Oh no, miss," said Nelly, I never wear
gloves except on a Sunday, and not often
then : but my hands are used to the cold."
Katie drew a chair near the fire, and made
Nelly sit in it, and told her to get herself
warmed by the time that she came back.
Nelly enjoyed her seat by the parlour fire


very much: it was pleasant after a long,
cold walk; and the rug was so soft; but she
was almost afraid to set her feet upon it.
Her very old and patched boots looked
rather out of place there; however, they
were quite clean, for she had rubbed them
very carefully on the door-mat as she en-
tered. It was not often that Nelly sat in
a room like that, and she looked about her
with delight. She admired the carpet, and
the easy-chair, and the vases on the mantle-
shelf, and the basket of wax-flowers; in
short, she admired all that she saw, even
down to the worsted-worked footstool which
stood beside the table. But though Nelly
admired, she did not envy. She did not
think, I wish we had such a room as this.
How hard it is that I am not so well off as
Miss Seymour! I am sure I have as much
right to be a young lady as she has. Oh, if
mother could only buy such things as these,
how happy we should be!"
No, Nelly's thoughts were grateful ones
rather than of discontent. She thought how


kind it was of Katie's friends, and of Katie
also, to take so much interest in herself and
her mother, and to try to help them through
their troubles. "And to give me a frock,
too, just when I wanted one so very much!
How thankful we ought to be! Mother
said she was sure God would in some way
take care of us, but I did not see how it
was to be; and I think we have got more
than mother even expected. Did we not
have a good fire this morning ? And how
nice the tea was!"
Were not these better thoughts than the
first ones would have been ? We should
always banish all vain and discontented
wishes as far away as possible, for they can-
not do us any good, and they are sure to
do us much harm.
Then Nelly's thoughts went back again
to the promised frock. She wondered what
it would be like, whether it would fit her,
and how she should look in it; and she
was just picturing herself, to herself, walk-
ing in it to church on Sunday, when Katie


returned, bringing the dress with her,-and
her mother also.
Nelly was indeed delighted with the frock.
It was a dark but lively-looking plaid, made
still warmer by a thick lining, and trimmed
with narrow braid; it was a good deal worn,
of course, but there were plenty of pieces to
mend it with; and it was even now quite
a nice dress for a poor girl. Nelly was rather
shy, and did not say a great deal; but her
few words were enough to show how pleased
she was; indeed, her looks showed it. It
was hard to say whether Katie or Nelly was
the happier just then. You think Nelly was,
perhaps, because the new frock was hers, not
Katie's; but do you not remember the words
spoken by our Saviour himself, which say,
It is more blessed to give than to-receive ?"
So I think, after all, the higher blessing was
The plaid frock was made into a parcel,
with a pair of stockings, and one or two
other things; and Nelly ran home with it in
such high glee, that she scarcely noticed


anything as she went along. Neither did
she feel the cold as keenly as when she came,
though her thin cotton dress was a cotton
dress still, and her old shawl was certainly
as threadbare as ever; but her heart was
warmer, and her spirits happier, and she
thought to herself how rich she was.
The account of Ruth's early days and later
history had made a deep impression upon
Katie's mind, and led to the spending of two
shillings out of the five which her grandfather
had given her. You have, perhaps, forgotten
those five shillings; Katie, I can assure you,
had not. She had often thought of them
since she had them, for they were a welcome
addition to her weekly pocket money; and
her only difficulty was to know how to spend
them in the best way. Her first plan had
been to buy Nelly a new frock with the
money, but this want had now been supplied
in another way, and she was therefore at
liberty to dispose of it otherwise. In think-
ing over what she should do with it, she had
all at once thought how nice it would be to


give Ruth a little present of some kind.
Cross and touchy as Ruth certainly some-
times was, she was very kind in general to
Katie, when she came to the house. Katie
was the only girl in the family; and she not
only bore her mother's name, but was also
very like what Mrs. Seymour was at the same
age; so that if anybody was Ruth's favourite,
it was little Katie. Although there were
little disputes between them sometimes, such
as that about Nelly and her mother, Katie
was really attached to the faithful servant,
and would almost as soon have thought of
doing without Aunt Martha as of doing with-
out Ruth. Once, when Katie and her mother
were both ill together, Ruth had nursed
Katie with so much care and love, that Katie
had ever thought of it gratefully. Now to
all this was added the knowledge of Ruth's
troubles. So Katie resolved to make Ruth a
new year's present. What was it to be ?
Why, Katie fixed upon a cap-an afternoon
cap-one which Ruth could wear when she
dressed herself after dinner. Ruth scarcely


ever bought herself a cap; she wore the same
old one, washed and re-made, day after day;
it had a few blue bows in the border, and
seemed as little likely to wear out as its
mistress. She either could not, or would
not, afford any other; and therefore Katie
thought a new cap would do better than any-
thing else she could choose.
She told her mother her desire to buy it
for Ruth, and asked her advice about it.
Mrs. Seymour was pleased with Katie's wish
to oblige Ruth; she knew better than her
little daughter did how Ruth was moved by
the slightest act of attention and kindness,
and how highly she would value a gift which
was really Katie's own. She thought a cap
would be the best present she could make
their old servant, and she offered to go with
Katie and buy it.
There was a shop lately opened in a quiet
little street, in the window of which Katie
had seen some caps marked two shillings,
which appeared to her unusually neat. So
they went there. Oh, what a great affair


it was to choose one for Ruth I There was
one with bright red ribbons, which greatly
took Katie's fancy; but her mother assured
her that Ruth would not wear it if it were
given to her. Then Katie looked longingly
at another, which had a spray of flowers in it:
but Mrs. Seymour shook her head still more
decidedly at it. At length one with very
narrow dark-violet trimmings and strings
was chosen, because it would match the best
with Ruth's green coburg dress. Even then
Katie hesitated two or three minutes between
one with a bow at the side, and one with a
bow behind; she could not decide which
Ruth would prefer. It is to be hoped that
all the customers were not so particular as
Katie. But the shopwoman was very civil
indeed, and offered to send it home for the
ladies: she did not, of course, understand
the pleasure which Katie felt in carrying her
own purchase-wrapped up in such a small
compass that she was afraid its beauty would
be spoiled-through the streets. It was dis-
played with much delight to her brothers


when she got home; but boys are poor judges
or admirers of net, and ribbon, and edging;
and they showed very little interest in Ruth's
grand cap.
Why, Katie," was Walter's not very
polite remark, "how could you be so silly
as to spend two shillings in such finery for
Ruth? So cross as she is! It is an absurd
waste of money, Katie."
"Is it?" said Katie, merrily; "then I
suppose I ought not to waste any more,
Walter. Or else, do you know, I had thought
of buying a piece of braid to make a new
guard for somebody; but that would be more
wasteful still, would it not ?"
If that somebody is I," said Walter, "it
would be the very best thing you could do-
far better than sending back part of grand-
father's money to his own house in the shape
of his servant's cap. Charity begui a at home,
But though Walter spoke thus lightly, he
really thought the more highly of his little
sister for her kindness. Partly to please Katie,


and partly to please Ruth, whom he respected
in spite of his complaints about her temper,
he bought a box of lozenges, such as Ruth
always liked when she had her winter's
"Here, Katie," he said, as he put them
into her hand, "take these for Ruth when
you go."
"It is very kind of you, Walter," said
Katie, with a gratified look at the little box.
Not at all," said Walter; I should only
have spent the shilling in chestnuts and
oranges, and such things, for myself, if I had
not bought this; so it is only putting some-
thing eatable into Ruth's mouth instead of
my own; that's all the difference."
Katie was glad that her brother had given
up his own enjoyment for once, in order to
promote Ruth's comfort. She did not know
that her own example had been the cause of
it. We often influence others either for good
or evil without being aware of it.
Ruth could scarcely believe, when Katie
showed it to her, that the cap was for her.


It must be for Aunt Martha, she said; it was
a great deal too good for her.
Oh no, Ruth, it isn't," said Katie, as it
was tried on. It's the very thing for you;
you cannot think how exactly it suits you:
you look so nice in it."
And so she did, for it was very becoming
to her; besides, her features wore such a
pleasant expression just then. For Ruth was
very much pleased with her present, and
doubly so because it was Katie's. And there
was the box of lozenges, too, from Walter.
How kind of him to think of her cough! It
was so unlike a careless schoolboy. Alto-
gether, Ruth was agreeably surprised; and it
was remarked that she did not speak a hasty
or cross word all the rest of the day.



IT was a snug and well-furnished little par-
lour on the south side of the house, into
which a few faint rays of sunshine entered
one chilly winter's morning. There was a
blazing fire in the grate, the light of which
flickered cheerfully on the polished sides. It
was well to have such a bright scene in
doors, for out of doors it looked dull and
cheerless. The air was keen, the sky was
clouded, the ground was slippery; and the
people shivered as they hurried through
the streets, though they were wrapped up
in shawls and furs, great-coats and com-
Oh, it was a nice, cosy little parlour.
Its tight windows, and close-fitting door,
kept such unwelcome visitors as cold and


frost outside. If you could have peeped
in, you would have said that it was one
of the most delightful little parlours in
the town; and you would also have thought
that the only occupant of that little par-
lour was not much more comfortable look-
ing than the weather out of doors. And
who was that? Why, a little girl, very
pale and ill, who sat on a low stool by the
fireside, and leaned her head upon a cushion
placed in a chair close beside her. Her
head ached, and she felt tired and weary,
although it was still early in the morning;
and as she moved restlessly on her seat, she
sighed every now and then, and there
were the traces of tears on her thin little
Poor child! she wanted a mother to
soothe her restless feelings, and to pillow
that aching little head upon her loving
bosom. But she had not any mother to
care for her and to comfort her. Her father
was very fond of her, but he saw little of
her, except at breakfast-time and on a Sun-


day, as he was away all the day attending
to his business; and her sister, a lively,
heedless girl, had not patience and love
enough to bear with the ways of the sickly
child. She was not unkind to her little
sister-she was even kind to her after a
certain manner; but her own health was
very strong, and she could not make out the
feelings of one who was mostly ill. She
got her what she thought was needful for
her; but when she had provided her with
books and playthings, she wondered why the
child was not always amused with them,
and what more she could want; and she
supposed that sickly people were always dis-
satisfied : so she did not trouble herself much
about Patty.
Patty! Was that the little girl, then,
for whom Katie was making the doll's
things ? Yes, it was little Patty Cooper who
sat in that snug parlour on that dull winter's
morning. There she sat, one ten minutes
after another, all by herself; for Jane, her
sister, was busy making tarts in the kitchen,


and was laughing and talking merrily with
the servant. Patty could hear the sound
of their voices up the stairs, and she thought
that it was very unkind of them to enjoy
themselves when she was so dull and ill; and
the thought seemed to make her head ache
all the more.
Wearily and sadly Patty raised her face
from the cushion, and wished that the morn-
ing would pass faster away. She did not
know-how should she ?-that some persons
would have given a great deal if those pre-
cious hours could have been made to move
on more slowly. Her drooping little figure,
and white cheeks, would have been a touch-
ing sight to any one who had come in just
then; but nobody did come in, although
Patty fancied she had heard some one in the
passage; so, after waiting a minute or so,
she turned the pillow, and laid down her
head again upon it. Cheer up, little Patty,
for you are not mistaken after all; there is
somebody very near at hand: just look up,
and you will see.


Patty did look up, for the parlour door
soon opened, and in walked Katie, with
cheeks as red as roses, and eyes as bright
as sunshine. Such a pleasant, happy little
face she brought in with her! It was enough
to do anybody good to see it; and I am
sure it did Patty good, for she felt better
directly she felt Katie's warm, kind kiss on
her forehead.
0 Katie, I did not expect to see you
such a cold day as this: were you not afraid
of slipping down ?"
Oh no," said Katie gaily; Alfred came
with me as far as here, so I had somebody to
keep me safely on my feet; and he will
call for me in about an hour, on his way
home. It is not so cold out of doors as you
might fancy when sitting here; I am really
quite warm with walking fast-only feel my
hands. I am so glad I have come this morn-
ing, when you are all alone, and so unwell
too. How I wish I could bear some of your
headache for you, Patty; you must be almost
worn out with it sometimes."
II 2


Katie then shook up the cushion, and
moved the chair to a more convenient place,
and gently pushed back Patty's ruffled hair
from her hot forehead.
Not many minutes passed, you may be
sure, before she inquired after the new doll;
and she was rejoiced to hear little Patty say,
in a mournful tone, that although the wea-
ther was piercing cold, the waxen young
lady was still as badly off as ever for needful
garments. You know, young reader-do
you not ?-why Katie could take any plea-
sure in hearing of this state of things. With
a face that would not look grave, though
she tried hard to make it-for the thoughts
of Patty's surprise curled her lips into a
happy smile-Katie drew her paper parcel
from under her shawl, and unfolded its con-
tents to the doll's mistress.
Oh. if you had seen the looks of Patty as
she beheld the nice things, and the joy with
which she received them for her own, you
would not have forgotten it in a hurry. I
am sure Katie did not. Was it not worth


all the self-denying stitches which her tired
little fingers had put into them ? The doll
was brought, and the clothes tried on; they
fitted quite well; and Patty's praises were so
strong and sincere as to satisfy any reason-
able dressmaker: and Katie was more than
Patty was fonder of dolls than even most
little girls are, because very quiet amuse-
ments suited her best; and she had grieved
very much over the sad condition of her new
one, because, of course, she could not play
with it until it had at least a frock to wear.
But now here was a nice set of things for it,
made without any trouble on her part, and,
which was still better, without her having
any thought that they were being made.
She almost forgot her headache in her glad-
ness; and even when the pain obliged her
to think of it, she bore it much more cheer-
fully when she had the doll's gay clothing
to look at.
Well, when the doll had been well ad-
mired and talked about, Katie told Patty


how she had met with Nelly on New Year's
morning, and what had happened with them
since. She was sure Patty would be glad to
hear of the widow and her little girl; and
she thought that it might perhaps do her
good to know something about other people's
troubles and trials. And so it did. It drew
off Patty's attention from herself, and that is
generally good for sick persons; and it led
her to feel more thankful for the greater
comforts which she enjoyed. She was half
ashamed to think how she had murmured
that morning because she had the headache,
and was rather dull. Ought she not to be
glad that she was so much better off than so
many poor persons were at this cold season of
the year ? Patty's troubled little mind grew
more contented; and Jane was pleased, when
she came into the room to bring each of the
children a newly baked apple-tart of her
own making, to see how cheerful and gentle
her little sister had become since she had left
her. She wished-and Patty would cer-
tainly have had the same wish if she had


known it-that Patty could always have
Katie with her.
But that could not be, for Katie was soon
obliged to go home. Both she and Patty
thought that Alfred must have walked very
fast indeed, for he was so much earlier than
either of them expected.
A few minutes before Alfred came, Katie
showed Patty a new little hymn book in a
shining blue cover, which she was going to
lend her, because it had some new hymns
in it, and Patty liked hymns so very much.
One of them, especially, Katie pointed out
as being prettier than any of the others, and
as having a very nice tune to it; and when
Patty asked her, she sang to her in a low,
sweet tone the following verses:-

"A giddy lamb one afternoon
Had from the fold departed,
The tender shepherd miss'd it soon,
And sought it broken-hearted.
Not all the flock that shared his love
Could from the search delay him;
Nor clouds of midnight darkness move,
Nor fear of suffering stay him.


But night and day he went his way
In sorrow, till he found it;
And when he saw it fainting lie,
He clasped his arms around it.
And, closely shelter'd in his breast,
From every ill to save it,
He brought it to his home of rest,
And pitied and forgave it.

And so the Saviour will receive
The little ones that fear him;
Their fears remove, their sins forgive,
And draw them gently near him;
Bless while they live, and when they die,
When soul and body sever,
Conduct them to his home on high
To dwell with him for ever."

Do you not think these are very sweet
verses ? Patty was delighted with them;
and after Katie had gone, she read them
over and over until she nearly knew them
by heart. And her heart grew lighter as
she thought of the Good Shepherd who
gathers the lambs with his arms and carries
them in his bosom; and she silently asked
him to watch over her, and take care of
her. Her restless feelings were hushed;
and with the last lines on her lips, and


the newly dressed doll held in her arms, the
little weary one fell asleep. Had not Katie's
visit helped to make somebody happier that
morning ?



KATIE employed the greater part of one of
her three remaining shillings in buying some
braid for Walter's guard. It was the work
of spare minutes to make it; and, as there
are always a good number of such minutes
in the course of a day, it is not surprising
that the guard was finished before her brother
expected it would be. He was glad of it,
for his old one was very shabby; and he
thanked Katie for it, telling her that she was
one of the best little sisters in the world. Katie
thought that such a speech as this repaid
her for the trouble she had taken. She
was very glad to please her brothers, and
to strengthen their affection for her, because
her mother had told her that it is often
greatly in the power of grown-up sisters to


keep their brothers out of bad company, and
to persuade them to do what is right; and
although Katie was not grown-up now, she
would be some day if her life was spared;
and she knew that the influence which she
hoped to possess over her brothers then, must
be begun now.
Will the dear little "sisters" who are
reading this about Katie, try and act upon
it for themselves? It made her home a
happy one, and it will do the same for them.
One afternoon Katie went to see Aunt
Martha, and to stay to tea with her. She
was sorry to learn from Ruth, that her
aunt had been sent for to see a poor woman
who was suddenly taken ill, and that she
would not return for some time.
Oh how tiresome!" cried Katie, who
had a little plan for Nelly which she wished
to consult her aunt about. Like many little
folks, she thought more at that moment of
her own wishes than of another's comfort.
Katie was not perfect, any more than other


Yes, and I reckon there is somebody
else of your opinion," said Ruth, looking
towards the parlour door; "for master has
just got the newspaper, and mistress is not here
to read it to him; and he is in such a hurry
to hear something there is in it. His eyes
are so bad again," said Ruth in answer to
Katie's look of inquiry, that he cannot
see to read it himself, and mistress offered
to read it to him, only she was forced to go
out to Mrs. Brown's. I am sure anybody
would wonder what there could be in a
newspaper to make him so ready to hear
about it."
Just now Katie was inclined, as Aunt
Martha was out, to sit in the kitchen, and
have a nice chat with Ruth. But, then,
ought she not to offer to read to her grand-
father? Katie paused. It was such a tire-
some service. He had not asked her to do so;
he would not know how long she had been
there; he would not know that Ruth had
spoken to her about it. But conscience
would not be satisfied with these excuses;


and it whispered in her ear the words which
she had read that morning in her daily
text-book: Even Christ pleased not him-
self." There are many persons who do not
appear-if we are to judge by their conduct
-to be aware that there is such a verse as
this in the New Testament; but our Katie
had often thought over it, and tried to prac-
tise the lesson which it teaches. Nor was
she neglectful of it now, for duty" con-
quered "inclination;" and she ran with-
out further delay into the parlour, to ask
her grandfather how he was, and to offer
to be his reader.
Mr. Howard at first refused to let Katie
have the trouble of reading to him; but
his little granddaughter would have her
own way, and it was seldom that she ever
failed in getting it with him. This time
he was very ready to yield, for he wished
to hear the report of a speech. She read
on loudly and plainly to the end of it, and
had just finished as Aunt Martha returned,
and Ruth brought in the tea-things. It


cannot be said that Katie enjoyed her tea
any the less because of the kind aid which
she had rendered her grandfather. There
is a joy that arises from well-doing which
only those can know who have felt it.
Katie waited patiently until all Mrs.
Brown's trouble had been described; and
then she spoke about her own little plan
for Nelly.
Oh, aunt," she said, Nelly reads very
badly, and she does not at all know how
to write. It is such a pity, is it not? But
her mother has been so poor and had such
bad health for several years, that she has
not been able to teach her much herself,
nor yet to pay for her schooling. Nelly
very much wants to learn more now, and
Mrs. Turner wishes it as much as Nelly,
only she cannot tell how to spare her to go
to school, because she is so useful in helping
with the needlework. But we have settled
it nicely now, aunt. Walter says there is
a very good evening school for girls, not
far from Primrose Gardens, where the charge


is threepence per week; so Nelly could go
to that, because her mother might manage
to do without her for two hours in the even-
ing. Mamma thinks the plan is a very good
one: but she said I was to ask you what
you think of it."
Why, Katie, I quite agree with mamma;
I certainly think that Nelly ought to learn
to write, for it may be of great service to
her in getting her living; but the three-
pence, Katie-they cannot afford to pay
even that."
Oh no, aunt, I know they cannot; but
I am to give that; at least I am to give
twopence out of my pocket-money, and
mamma has promised me the other penny.
And Walter and Alfred have each given me
sixpence, to buy her a copy-book and a read-
ing book; was it not good of them ? "
"Yes, Katie, and I think I must be al-
lowed to lend a helping hand also. I will
give a penny as well as mamma, and then
we shall all three share alike in providing for
Nelly's schooling."


Oh, aunt, but I did not mean you to do
that; indeed I did not."
No, Katie; but I shall be glad to give a
trifle. And you have plenty of other ways,
I know, in which to dispose of your pocket-
money. But have you asked Nelly whether
she would like to go to the evening school ?"
"No, aunt, I have not seen her since it
was settled, but I am almost sure of it."
"Well, I am going as far as Primrose
Gardens to-morrow, Katie; and if your
mother does not want you, you could walk
with me; and then we would call at Mrs.
Turner's and talk to her about it."
So Katie went with her aunt to Mrs. Tur-
ner's, and found that their offer to pay for
Nelly's schooling was thankfully accepted.
Nelly looked quite bright at the plan, and the
more so when she knew that she was to learn
to write. Quiet and humble as she seemed,
and as she really was, she had a strong desire
to improve herself in every respect. That is
the right spirit for making progress in any-


As Katie and her aunt came down stairs,
they met one of the other lodgers coming up
with a child in her arms. It was the woman
who had opened the door to Katie and Mr.
Howard when they paid their first visit on
New Year's morning to Mrs. Turner. But
she looked much cleaner and tidier than she
did then, although she was far, very far yet
from being such a pattern of neatness as her
upstairs neighbour.
Her husband had of late got into good
and constant work, and with a better condi-
tion; his wife had felt in better spirits, and
had tried to get into better habits. Some poor
women, when they have long had to suffer
pinching want and distress, lose their energy,
and seem to give up all in despair. Mrs.
Turner's neighbour was one of this class.
Now that brighter days had come, she her-
self looked brighter. And so did the baby.
Its thin little cheeks were plump and rosy;
and its blue cotton frock was a new one.
Aunt Martha, with her usual kindness and
gentleness, stopped to speak to the mother.


She seemed pleased with the notice, and as
she was just opening her room-door, she in a
civil manner invited them to go in. They
just went inside, where Aunt Martha spoke a
few more kind words which she thought
might be useful, and tried to be friends with
the baby; for she knew that a mother's
heart is often won through her children.
Then Katie in her turn noticed the baby
and talked to it; the little creature lifted its
head, smiled, allowed Katie to touch it, and
in two or three minutes let her take it in her
own arms.
Katie thought that the poor woman's baby
was one of the nicest and best-behaved babies
she had ever seen.

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