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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 The eighth home book
 Table of Contents
 Carrie's home
 A sad story
 Convalescence
 A strange plan
 Packing up
 Making a start
 Out at sea
 A long talk
 The land of flowers
 Up the river
 Getting behindhand
 The deserted mansion
 Off again
 Saint Mark
 Getting home
 Advertising
 Back Cover
 Spine






Group Title: Home books by Cousin Alice 8
Title: Where there's a will there's a way
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Title: Where there's a will there's a way
Series Title: Home books by Cousin Alice
Physical Description: 218, 10 p., 4 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Haven, Alice B ( Alice Bradley ), 1827-1863
Hoppin, Augustus, 1828-1896 ( Illustrator )
D. Appleton and Company ( Publisher )
Bobbett & Hooper ( Engraver )
Publisher: D. Appleton and Company
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: 1861, c1860
Copyright Date: 1860
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Diligence -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Selfishness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fathers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Description and travel -- Juvenile fiction -- Florida   ( lcsh )
Pictorial cloth bindings (Binding) -- 1861   ( rbbin )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1861   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1861
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Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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Statement of Responsibility: by Alice B. Haven (Cousin Alice).
General Note: Illustrations engraved by Bobbett - Hooper after Hoppin.
General Note: Added title page, printed in colors.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue follows text.
Funding: Brittle Books Program
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    The eighth home book
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Table of Contents
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Carrie's home
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 16a
    A sad story
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    Convalescence
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
    A strange plan
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Packing up
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
    Making a start
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
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        Page 78
        Page 79
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        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
    Out at sea
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 90a
        Page 91
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        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
    A long talk
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
    The land of flowers
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
    Up the river
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
    Getting behindhand
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
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        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 155
    The deserted mansion
        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 163
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        Page 166
        Page 167
        Page 168
        Page 169
        Page 170
        Page 171
        Page 172
    Off again
        Page 173
        Page 174
        Page 175
        Page 176
        Page 177
        Page 178
        Page 179
        Page 180
        Page 180a
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        Page 183
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        Page 185
        Page 186
        Page 187
        Page 188
        Page 189
    Saint Mark
        Page 190
        Page 191
        Page 192
        Page 193
        Page 194
        Page 195
        Page 196
        Page 197
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        Page 203
    Getting home
        Page 204
        Page 205
        Page 206
        Page 207
        Page 208
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        Page 210
        Page 211
        Page 212
        Page 213
        Page 214
        Page 215
        Page 216
        Page 217
        Page 218
    Advertising
        Page 219
        Page 220
        Page 221
        Page 222
        Page 223
        Page 224
        Page 225
        Page 226
        Page 227
        Page 228
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
        Spine
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WHERE THERE'S A WILL





THERE'S A WAY.






BY

ALICE B. HAVEN.
(COUSIN ALICE.)







NEW YORK:
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY,
443 & 445 BROADWAY.
LONDON: 16 LITTLE BRITAIN.
1861.
































ENTERED, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860,
By D. APPLETON & CO.,
In tho Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the
Southern District of New York.
















THE EIGHTII HOME BOOK.


I DARE say you have been told often enough,
when you wanted to give up a hard lesson, or
learning a new crochet pattern, or practising a
difficult piece of music, You can do it, if you
only want to; where there's a will there's a
way."
And so grown-up people find it, that if
they really resolve to conquer difficulties the
work is already half done.
But there is a will that is not a help,
but a hindrance, and that is seJ-owill. Young
people, even little babies that cannot speak
show it, by wanting their own way, instead
of what is right and best for them. When






4 TIE EIGTIH IIOME BOOK.

they come to be men and women, the hardest
lesson they have to learn is, God's will be
done."
I have tried to help you understand the
right will and the wrong will," the one
that helps and the one that hinders, and has
to be given up sooner or later-in the story of
Carrie Abbot and her papa.
It comes to you with the ever affectionate
love and interest of your old friend-
COUSIN ALICE.

TuE WILLOWS, IS60.






























CARRIE'S HOMfE,



A SAD STOnY,



CONVALESCENCE,



A STRANGE PLAN,



PACKING UP,



MAKING A START,


CONTENTS.




CHAPTER I.
.



CHAPTER II.



CHAPTER III.



CHAPTER IV.



CHAPTER V.



CHAPTER VI.


PAGE
7



17







42



58



68







6 CONTENTS.



CHAPTER VII.
PAGE
OUT AT SEA, 85

CHAPTER VIII.
A Losx TAL, 105

CHAPTER IX.
TnE LAND OF FLOWERS, 116


CHAPTER X.
UP THE RIVER, 130

CHAPTER XI.
GETTING BEIIINDIAND, 139

CHAPTER XII.
Tim DESERTED MANSION, 15

CHAPTER XIIT.
OFF AGAIN, 173

CHAPTER XIV.
SAIT MA, 190

CHAPTER XV.
GETTING IHOME, 204
















WHERE TIIERE'S A WILL

THERE'S A WAY.



CHAPTER I.

CA PER IE 'S HOM1E.

Dn. WILSON's heavy tread sounded on the
stairs. Ice had been up to see Mrs. Abbot,
who was not at all well, and stopped into the
back parlor on his way out. Mr. Abbot was
lying there upon a lounge, his face turned away
from the light. When lie rose to meet his friend
the doctor, it was with a weary, languid move-
ment. His face looked pale and very thin, and
the exertion made him cough.
At it yet, are you ?" said the doctor good-
naturedly. Iow long do you expect to keep
on that way ? You ought to think seriously of






CARRIE' Si HOME.


what I said to you last week, close up your busi-
ness, and go away for a while."
"Nonsense! Mr. Abbot said rather pee-
vishly. Carrie, his little daughter, looked up from
her book, to see how the doctor would take it. She
stood in great awe of hiin, although he was very
pleasant to her always, and joked in his way,-
she saw him often enough too of late. Her
mother had been quite ill, and her father had
been coughing in this uncomfortable way some
months, gradually growing thinner, and stoop-
ing more, for lie was very tall, and the weak-
ness he suffered from, bent him like an old

You may say nonsense now," the doctor
went on more quietly, but I warn you, my
good friend, it will end very seriously."
You know very well how impossible it is
for me to get away at this season of the year.
No, you don't. Physicians always talk as if
their patients had nothing in the world to do, but
pack up their trunks, draw a bank-check, and
start."
And you are not the only growler over
a good sound bone of advice. Well, snarl
away. 'Twill come to a stand-still before long.
Eaten any thing to-day ? No breakfast, I dare
say."






CARRIIIS HIIOME.


I haven't eaten a breakfast for a year, not
what you would call (oe.'
"And no dinner, I su oppose "
A mutton chop aid tomato sauce."
"And mince pie, you forget that, papa,"
broke in Carrie, too eager to let the doctor see
that her father did eat something to remember
that children ought never to disturb older peo-
ple when they were talking; two pieces, don't
you know ?"
Al here's a witness worth something ;
CChildren and fools,' said the doctor, half quot-
ing the old proverb.
Carrie's face was very red by this time, and
she looked doubtfully at her father ; she felt in
a moment that she had said something lie would
not like.
"But I could get that down, and I had no
appetite for meat Mr. Abbot was too much
occupied in clearing himself with the doctor to
reprove h]er. Food is food-"
And poison is poison," added the doctor
sharply. I really thought you had more sense.
What did you lunch on ."
A ham sandwich ; you know I am in court
at lunch-time, or hurried so that it is as much
as I can do to snatch a mouthful."
"There it is hurry and snatch,' they
1*






CARRIE S IIHOME.


are monstrous rognes,-kill more of my patients
than-I do,-every year. Now, once for all,
you nmust take time to cat and rest, and cat
properly too, or you will be a dead man in six
months. There is no use in mincing matters
with such an obstinate fellow. And then you
will have to give up, whether yon will or no,-
you could do it now if you choose, and save
your life fbr your family, perhaps."
Carrie gazed up into the doctor's face with
mouth and eyes wide open, a look of astonish-
ment and horror at his dreadful prediction, for
she had the fullest faith in his opinion. When
she had the measles, and le said she would get
well, she had been perfectly quiet and satisfied,
though her head ached ever so badly; and now
that lie talked about her father dying, she
thought there was very, very little hope for him.
Mr. Abbot was coughing again, a violent
paroxysm, that shook himi visibly.
How is Lizzie to-night, doctor ?" lie said
as soon as lie could speak again; he seemed to
have made up his mind that lie would not talk
any longer about himself.
She's well enough, or will be,-yon take
care of yourself, that's my advice," said the
doctor, buttoning up his coat and looking
round for his hat and cane. Carrie might






CARRIE'S IIHOME.


have reached them to him, for she knew where
they were, but slhe did not think : she was not
what you might call a thoughtfiil child,"
though ready enough to oblige when her atten-
tion was directed to it. She was just a care-
less, heedless little girl, with no very trouble-
some thoughts about any thing, except when
her chief tault had brought her into disgrace,
and then her penitence did not last long.
Bnt this evening, after the doctor had gone,
she did think very hard for a long time, and it
made her round tace more sober than it had
been for many a day.
The sea-coal fire burned brightly enough,
and the gas was lit,-the curtains drawn, so
that the rough north-west wind that whirled the
snow about out of doors, could not get past them,
-but for all that, Mr. Abbot shivered, and
told her to get his shawl off the hat-rack and
throw it over him. re looked so ghastly, ly-
ing there, with the shawl clinging closely to
his figure, that it made Carrie's thoughts more
and more dismal. She had been reading a
most charming fairy story, and was just in a
most interesting place, where the wild fawn is
about to turn into a noble prince ; but lie had
to stay a fawn after all, for that night. She
could not read any more.






CARRIE'S HOME.


Things had been very dull lately at No. 17
Chestnut street, for that was where Mr. Abbot
lived. Carrie had no brothers or sisters, and she
had always been a great pet and plaything with
her papa when lie was well. The evenings had
been very pleasant then-the pleasantest part
of the day, particularly in winter. They al-
ways dined late, and her papa never went back
to his office in Court street after that, though
she did not know that when her evening was
over, that is, eight o'clock had come, hs even-
ing began.
Mr. Abbot was a lawyer, and studied very
hard. Oftentimes it was one or two o'clock in
the morning before the gas was put out in his
library, and lie threw himself in bed, feverish
and excited, and going over in his mind the
case lie had just been studying.
No wonder that he rose languid and with-
out any appetite, and lived more upon strong
tea and coffee than lie did upon food ; and at
last le began to cough.
It ncas a wonder that Carrie was such a
healthy little girl, or as good as she was. She
had her dinner with her father and mother, and
was allowed to eat nearly all that she wanted-
mince pie, and nuts and raisins for dessert if
she chose; and then her father played with her






CARRIE S HOME.


and told her stories, or made her look in his
coat-pocket for some surprising little present,
which was always just what she wanted-cream-
cakes, as often as any ll'iii-. or chocolates But
" only children are always indulged, as every-
body knows, and as we said, it's a wonder Car-
rie lad not been quite spoiled.
Things were different now. Mrs. Abbot did
not often come down to dinner, so there was no
more music for Carrie and her father to dance
by, and no lap to hide her head in, when they
played Hunt the handkerchief." Mr. Abbot
could not have danced or romped if his wife
had been there to help. Tie did not even talk
much to Carrie, but always appeared to be
thinking about something else; and after din-
ner lay down on the lounge, until lie was rested
enough to go up stairs, and pass the rest of the
evening in his wife's room.
It was Carrie's first lesson in trouble, to be
told to keep still," and not talk," and stop
rattling her knife and fork," when she did not
mean to be annoying. Little things disturb
sick people very much; but Carrie loved her
father more than any one in the world. She
always said, Father and mother," when peo-
ple asked her who she loved best; and she did
love her mother dearly, but she had an odd,





CARRIE S IIOME.


choking feeling about her father, as if she could
do such things as she read about, brave any
danger, and even die to save him if he was a
captive, or hiding from a cruel enemy, and they
wanted her to say where
So you can see what a sad heartache she
must have had that night; and when thi bell
rang for her to go up to her mother, she ran
into the room and threw both arms around her
mother's neck, and sobbed out, Oh! is papa
going to die ?"
"Why, my dear child, what put such a
fancy into your head ? No, indeed, lie only has
a little cold, and will soon get over it! "
But though Mrs. Abbot spoke so cheerfully,
and soothed Carrie into the bright little girl she
usually was, the child's question left a sore
aching place in her heart too, and she looked
searchingly into her husband's face, as lie fol-
lowed Carrie, half-expecting to see some dread-
ful change.
lie said he was very well,"--le always
did, however,-but he seemed more languid
than usual, and kept his hand upon his chest as
if it was difficult to breathe.
But Carrie had forgotten all her troubles in
a sound, sweet sleep, while her mother lay
awake with a dreary foreboding she could






CARRIE S nOME.


scarcely define, wishing she had asked what the
doctor had said, and wondering if there really
was any danger.
The next morning was crisp and cold-as
sharp as a Boston January is apt to be. The
boys had already made a slide in the middle of
the street when Mr. Abbot opened the front
door to "look at the weather," and were coast-
ing away merrily down the little hill, not caring
a penny for cold hands and red noses. The
sharp air cut the sick man like needles, and lie
drew back with a shiver.
Dear Henry," called Mrs. Abbot, from the
head of the stairs, nmut you go oat to-day ?
It seems very imprudent."
She was able to go about the second story
now, wrapped in her dressing-gown and shawl,
and came there to the landing to see Carrie start
for school, and her papa for his office. Mr. Ab-
bot looked up and met his wife's pleading look.
I would not go if I could help it, Lizzie,
but you know it is not my own business; I
cannot let a client suffer."
It was rather hard work, even for Carrie,
with her strong health and bounding pulse, to
face the sharp west wind, and keep her footing
on the slippery, icy pavement. She was wrap-
ped up in a woollen jacket and wadded cloak,





16 CARRIE'S HOME.

and hood, and furs, and warm mittens, and soon
got into a fine glow, as she trotted by her fa-
ther, who toiled along, with his head bent down
under the weight of heavy wraps. But they
did not keep him warm, nor did exercise send
a glow to his checks. His lips were blue, and
his large eyes looked more sunken than ever,
when lie reached his office, and was forced to
sit still until his heart ceased its rapid beating.
lie said to himself, What if the doctor was
right ? But he had to go into court, though he
felt as if he should not be able to speak when
he got there.















CHAPTER II.


A SAD STORY.

Tim front parlor blinds were drawn up, and
Carrie had stationed herself by the window to
watch a snow-man that was growing more and
more like Santa Clans every minute, on the
other side of the way. Bertie Langden and Sam
Rich were building it, and they were the clev-
erest boys in the street; so it was as funny a
snow-man as you would wish to see, with his
arms stuck akimbo, and his head jauntily turned
one side, while a long stick answered for a
cigar.
Carrie had been up to see her mother, but
finding her writing a letter, and looking very
well, had concluded to finish the story of the
Prince, and so took her book to the parlor-win-
dow. How could she read, though, with such
fun going on! Hubert Langdcn standing in
an attitude with his arms stuck to his sides.





A SAD STORY.


and Sam Rich was working away after the
model, but dousing him now and then with
a handful of wet snow. Lucy Rich, and Jenny
Marsh, her cousin, were at their front windows,
nodding and signalling in the dumb alphal)et.
which they made believe to understand, and
Carrie was trying to be as wise as they, and
pretending that she comprehended it all. Such
a happy, merry time !
lnt just then a carriage turned lhe corner,
and came very slowly towards No. 17. It
looked odd, for all Boston used sleighs at this
season of the year, gay, dashing little cutters,
with plenty of bells and buffalo-robes. Lucy
pointed to it, and Carrie nodded very hard;
even the boys stopped playing to watch it,
though they were just employed in that most
delicate of operations, setting coal eyes into
their old veteran's face.
It reminded Carrie of a funeral, the vehicle
was so (lose and( came so slowly, and it made
her feel very uncomfortable, even before it stop-
ped at their door.
A stranger got out, and rang the bell, then
another strange gentleman, and between them
they helped some one else from the carriage, car-
rying rather than leading him. It was her own
papa! His face was white and ghastly, his






A SAD STORY.


eyes almost closed, and he leaned heavily on
the first gentleman's shoulder.
Carrie stood as still as if she too was made
of snow, anll frozen to the carpet. Sc felt as if
she was frozen,-or as if some cold hand lad
been laid on her heart suddenly, and stopped its
beating. She heard Bridget's frightened cry. as
she opened the door, and her mother hurry
across the room overleatd, and then such a
pitiful sound, a long drawn "Ohl!" as Mrs.
Abbot caught sight of her husband. facee. The
uneven, heavy tread of the gentlcineii, through
the hall, up the stairs, shaking the floor above
her, sounded in her ears, and then sudc a dread-
fil. dreadful stillness !
Somebody must go for the doctor !-that
was the iirst thought .-he had. She lIlieved
her father was dying: perhaipps lie was dead
already, the house was so still. No-they were
moving about overhead. Ohi! if Bridget would
only come down, or if she dared to go up. She
went and stood in the parlor-door, and looked
up the stairs hopeles.slv They told her noth-
ing ; the thick carpet, and broad, shining brass
rods were just the same as when she had come
from e school, but what, a dreadful thing had
happened There was her hood and cloak on
the floor just as she had tossed them at the rack,





A SAD STORY.


and they had slipped down ; she caught them
up, and began to put them on, to go for Doctor
Wilson ; but just then, there was a quick jingle
of sleigh-bells up the street and a sharp ring at
the door, and when she opened it-there stood
the doctor himself.
To Carrie it seemed like a miracle that he
should appear just then, when lie was so much
needed ; but lie could not stop to explain to her,
that the carriage had called at his office on the
way there, and he had followed it as quickly as
possible.
Where is lie ? poor fellow, poor fel-
low !" said the doctor, almost walking over
her, and up stairs, out of sight, before she could
ask a question.
But Bridget was coming down for hot
water, with her eyes full of tears, and a very
dejected fiee, for she had lived with the family
a long time, and was very fond of the
master."
Sure it's a sad thing, miss, to see him a
lyin' there, not so much as opening his blessed
eyes ; and his two feet as 'ill niver walk down
thin stairs again, till they be's carried out an'
his clane pocket-handkerchief as I giv' him the
morning' with me own hands, soaked through
with his heart's blood."






A SAD STORY.


Carrie could not make it outt at all, except
that there was no hope for her father. With a
new, sudden fear of dying and death, she longed
yet dreaded to see hiimi ; and (crept softl 111)
stairs, hovering near the d,,or of his. room, and
glancing in whenever it was opened and shut.
as it constantly was for the next hat'-houir.
The strange gentlemen, who were friends of
her father's, went away soon after lthe doctor
came, hut she did not dare to speak to them.
The cook brought up hot water, and went away
with her apron up to her eyes, and llridget
came next with a plate of cracked ice, andl mus-
tard, and many other things that lie( doctor
called lbr. She heard her father's heavy snow-
boots fall to the floor-they were undressing
him! Oh perhaps it was all over, and she
never should have a kiss from him again !-and
she sobbed and sobbed until her head ached,
and felt so strangely heavy, that she sat down
upon the floor, and leaned against the wall, to
watch until the doctor should come out. But
she did not know when he came. The hall grew
darker and darker, as the short winter day died
out, and when Carrie opened her eyes again,
the light from her father's room was streaming
full in her face, and a strange voice said, Poor
little girl, I almost fell over her."






A SAD STORY.


It was a kind-looking face under the large
brown bonnet; if Carrie had had an unknown
grandmother, she would have thought this was
she. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, and won-
dered what strange thing had happened, and
how she came to go to sleep on the hall-floor ;
but he themother had come out of the room, and
stooped down and kissed her so fondly.
My poor little Carrie," she said, and you
have been here all this time and cried yourself
to sleep "
0 mamma how is he ? is he alive? and
she sprang up, with the strange fear creeping
over her again.
Yes, alive, and better-more comfortable,
I mean ; you may kiss him good-night, but do
not speak. IIe cannot speak at all; the doctor
has forbidden it."
Mrs.- Abbot's lips trembled, and the tears
filled her eyes, that looked sadly heavy as she
said this, and Carrie clung to her as if to be
shielded from some unknown terror, while she
softly opened the door, and led the little girl
into the room. It was dark, for the light that
streamed out into Carrie's face was placed on
the hearth, so that it might not disturb the sick
man. His eyes were open though, and they
smiled so lovingly on the little girl as she crept






A SAD STORY.


softly to his pillow. They seemed to say more
than words could ever do, of the love and ten-
derness his lips were forbidden to speak; and
then they turned from her to her mother, and
back again.
lie wants yon to kiss him, dear," her mo-
ther said ; and Carric did kiss the pale, wasted
face, with a solemn awe, as if she might never
do so again, and then Mrs. Abbot led her out
of the room. I will come and see you when
you are in bed," she whispered; pray for
poor papa, and ask God to make him well
again."
The kind-looking old lady was coining out
of Carrie's own room, with her hat o01 and a
clean linen apron tied over her dark dress.
Mrs. Abbot called her Nnrse," and she went
into the sick-ioom with her, while Carrie itund
her friend and console, B3ridgct, and went to
bed in the large guest-chamber instead of her
own, which opened out of her mamma's, and
had been taken for the nurse.
It was as strange as any of the other events
of the day, to climb up into the broad bed, with
its fair white sheets and huge pillows, and lie
looking around on the handsome furniture, while
she waited for her manuma to come. There
were embroidered curtains at the windows, lined






A SAD STORlY.


with blue, and a blue carpet, and gilt and blue
china ; even the vases on the mantel were blue
and white; and in one corner stood a pretty
mahogany crib, with a blue canopy and snow-
white counterpane. But its purity was never
disturbed. It had stood just so, with its tiny
rnfiled pillow, ever since Carrie's baby brother
died, four years ago. She could scarcely re-
Imember him, but she often wished he had lived,
and to-night, when she felt more lonely than
ever, she wondered why God had not given her
brothers and sisters. She was the only little
girl she could think of who had none. There
were five children in the Rich family opposite,
and they always seemed to have such nice times
together, playing Oats, peas, beans," and
" ere comes a duke aroving," and many
other merry games. She had often watched
themn romping around by the firelight, before
the shutters were closed. And at school, there
was Matty and Jenny Marsh, only a year's dif-
ference between them, so that they could wear
each other's clothes if they had chosen; and
Ellen Lawrence had a whole host of little bro-
thers that she could play with, and a dear little
baby, only six weeks old, named Katy. The
last time Carrie's mother went out was to call
on Mrs. Lawrence, and see the queer little doll








of a baby, with it:; drol, p1ekered-niu face and
nio hair, but very calming foir all that. Carrie
longed to hold it all Ih i
iBut when Mrs. Abbot came in, she forgot to
ask i any (questions, Ibe(causce Ihere was so imuch
to hear about her papa's illness. lie had been
speaking in court, when a Ihemorrlihae came on
-that is, an attack of bleeding from the lungs,
which is always very dangerous,-and it had
exhausted him so that he was not able to help
lI-. I, at all, and could only speak in a whis-
per; so some of his friends lad brought him
home in a close carriage.
The doctor did not give any opinion, but or-
dered perfect rest and quiet.
Although Mrs. Abbot had been so ill her-
self that the doctor had sent a nurse to attend
her husband, she would not leave him that
night, for fear the ]hemorrhalo mighi t return.
That was the great danger ; and when she had
told her little daughter as much as she could
understand, she kissed her, and went back to
the sick-room.
It was a very quiet house for many days,
but there was a certain novelty and excitement
that lhlpled Carrie to bear her papa's absence
wonderfully. Nothing could have supported
Margary Two Shoes," you remember, under


A !AD ,'TI'DOY,








the loss of her dear little brother, but the pleas-
tre she took in THOSE NEW SHOES "
It was not new shoes exactly in Carrie's
case, but there wcere so many people constantly
calling to inquire after her papa, and sympa-
thize with TMi-. Abbot, and they all noticed
her, and made so much of her, and then 7.1 -.
Rlich, and Mrs. M.o I-, and many other neigh-
bors, sent jellies and roasted quail, and even ice-
cream, as soon as Mr. Abbot began to take
nourishment. It was quite a regular affair, for
they all knew that Mrs. Abbot was not able to
go into the kitchen and see to such things.
Carrie used to station herself by the window
when she came from school at one o'clock, and
presently she would see Alice, the waiter at
No. 16, come carefully down the slippery steps
with her little tray covered by its clean napkin,
and by the time she reached the door Carrie
was there to open it; it was not quite proper,
perhaps, to take such attentions for granted,
but she used to say, Well, Alice, what is it
to-day ? "
And then there was a message and the tray
to take up to the sick-room while Alice waited
in the hall, or she tripped up beside Bridget, if
it was any thing she could not carry.
A little tap at the door-for perhaps papa


A SAD )T'01;Y.






A S.\A S'(iRY.


was asleep-and then nurse would open it Softly
and say, Oh come in, dear. 11ere'. T someing
nice, I dare say, Mrs. Abbot" and rI-. Albbot
always looked pleased, and papa, fron the bed
where lie was propped up ly pillow. quite as
eager as Carrio to ].now what was under the
napkin, and the queer Chinese cover of the 1 owl.
Mrs. Rich sends her compliment. and
something for papa's lunch, and how is he to-
day ?"
It came to be quite a joke, for there was al-
ways the same message, and the same answer
pretty nearly-
Mrs. ic is very kind, and s. Ac e in, h M. ot is
much obliged, and Mr. Abbot is quite (co:mtort-
able."
Sometimes it was Mrs. Lawrence's man-ser-
vant, Adams, but whoever tie messenger was,
and whatever the gift, the programme was after
this fashion.
For you must know that after two sad and
watchful days, Mr. Abbot, though very weak,
so hat lie could only whisper now and tlen,
began to feel better. IHe did not cough quite
as much, and the doctor told his wife that he
thought the worst was over Jo that timu lie
did not say that he would get well entirely, but
from this attack.






A SAD 'HL .'to


Carrie was allowed to come in the room not
only morning and evening., but a little while
when sihe came home from .school, and she was
a regiul;r attendant on the dinner tray, parti(u-
larly after her fhlher was able to leave the Red,
and sit up tor a while in an ea:sv-chair, wrapped
in his dressin--gwii.
Nurse was a veryC great friend of Carrie's.
Shei allowed her to stand by and watcli the tray
prepared in the dining-room, all so neat and so
dainty that it was enough to give Mr. Abbot
an appetite to set it c(mile up. Tlhe (lean nap-
kin spread over it, anld another in Mr. Abbot's
own shining silver ring, and the little breakfast
caster and silver salt-stand, with the salt as fresh
and light as new-fallen snow. The bread roll,
crisp outside and \whiite witin,il-ice water in a
c-nt-glass goblet,-tho little pat of hlutt r, and
tiny mould of errant ielly to eat with thi bird ;
and then the ird itself, itlt ith its plump white
breast delicately browned, and its little legs
trussed up with the lits of celery laid about it
()dear how hlull ry it mIade Carrie feel. be-
lore the saucer and lpoon for Irs. 1ieh's ice-
ereaim, that was keeping cool oni the window-
ledge, were added !
Nurse did not lhsl her up," either, when
they were down stairs, bit let her talk as ilucli






A SAD STORiY.


as she liked, and bring things from the side-
board herself. Nurse always had suc a cheer-
fil way about every thing, quite i <',i ... I from
Mrs. Abbot, who had been ill so much of the
tine of late ~years. that i-he vwas j ineld to be
low-pirited. When the tray was all ready,
Carrie ran on to open the doorS, and usher it in,
with a There, papa as if she had done every
bit of it herself. Then she could stay, if Mr.
Abbot was. as well as usual, watching every
mouthlful with great ;I;-I t;...., and occasion-
ally -*I,-;.:, There, is not that nice until
her turn caime to have a wing, or a drumstick,
or a bit of bread and jelly, and to help finihll
the ice-cream.
But for the disagreeable cough, which till
distressed her father, Carrie thought she should
like being sick after this hfshion very much.
Mr. Abbot did not like it at all. Every day
lie would ask Dr. Wilson when lie could get
back to his office, and how long lie was going to
keep him cooped up there ut the doctor only
shook his head, and told himn he migllt be tank--
ftl to get on his feet again, and as for business,
lie might as Nwell let it go first as last.

















CIIAPTE1R III.


CONVALESCE N CE.

IT was a great evnt when Mr. Abbot came
down stairs for the first time, three wheels after
he had first been taken ill.
Mrs. Abbot helped him to dress, and then
went to the parlor, to see that every thing was
neat and cheerful, for, though still an invalid,
she w:as about the house again. It was Satur-
day, and there was no school to divide Carrie's
attention with the preparations that were going
on. The rl\vet-covered arm-chair was wheeled
into the back parlor, and the doors closed, that
there might be no draught. Then there was
the footstool, and the little pillow for his head,
and a round table set out, on which break i;-t
was to be arrayed by the side of the bright
grate, which Bridget had given an extra rub,
in honor of the master's two feet, that she never








expected to !,(e wa:llking.i down. again ,,f their
\ow' naolrd.
They caN e n. lwly and feelly enough over
ihe stairs,--h's. Albbot going hel'ore witih such
remledi'es na were iln coinsltailt uiei. a:d Nursui
tillowinii with a light silk uiiilt to thriliw airund
hlim. Carrie stoodd and watched th!icee j]r'c0cld-
ings from below, m1111h n:; -h h:li l d',1 Itihe
nighlt her father had I ].t 1beli on the stair.;. ard
seeing liin now in the stronger light of tl: hall
for the iirst time, and noticing, how wearily lhe
leaned uponii the cane thatt assisted li> tel,: -l he
was dliocked at the .great change, and her hap-
piness at this return to daily life \\wv taken
away by the dread tlit ie would iajt be with
them long after all.
Mr. Albbot himself realized for nthe lir-r time
how weak lihe was, lhow helplels this. litlli. cxer-
[ion hadl made him. So after all it was not
quite as delightful as the little girl had antici-
pated, to have her lpal. down stairs againl. ie
leaned lick in his chaiir when lie real hed it, and
instead of noticing and praising all tle pain.m
that had been taken to nike hiim ecoimlort:ale,
only complained of a draught soi itcvwhere,"
and that the glare of fire hurt his eyes,"' and
Carrie worried him, dancing round hiln .so."
Nurs-e had waited to have hin eomfortabiy


, tN1\ Al.l,- ..N l,..






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settled, and bring the breakfast in. Now she
looked around to see if any thing more was
needed, and then beckoned to Carrie to come
up stairs with her. She was very glad to go.
She always liked to be with Nurse at any time;
and now her lips seemed very much disposed
to quiver, to think that papa had spoken crossly
to her, when she had been so delighted, and had
worked hard about his coming down stairs.
Nurse saw this too, and until the shower
had passed over, said nothing about it, but
asked Carrie to help her put the room to rights,
though she was very much more of a hindrance
than a help.
Does papa take salt for a medicine,
Nurse ? sle asked, finding a salt-stand on the
medicine tray she had leen set to dust. I
wanted to ask twenty times, because this has
always been here since he was sick, and you
brought up another besides."
Now Nurse was not one of those who are
continually -;i]_', Children must be seen,
and not heard." Sie knew very well that they
learned as much from their questions as they
did from books, and that the proper proceeding
was to regulate and direct curiosity, not to
crush it. So she stopped to explain to Carrie,
that when water was dissolving salt, it became





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very cold, and thus would cheek a heincrrhap'e
oftentii incswhen there was lno other help at hand;
so she had brought it up at first a, thl simopl-t
and readiest remedy, il' Mir. Abbot should have
a renewed attack olf' leediing at night.
"But he's never '-,,in' to hliave aniiothlr hum-
,rrihaige now. is he, Nuiic s, we night as well
take it. away."
iNui.Se hoped not, but there was always d'an-
ger after the first ; and she hoped hie would he
very, very careful, alnd -lie wished it was so
that Mr. and Mrs. Aliboit ,oull g-) and pass the
rest ot' ihe winter in the West Inies. Si.o nanv
pCeople hlad been llpel])yd ivy .oin, there.
Carrie knIcw that the We\st Indies were il-
ands lyiiing Ietwecn N-rrtlh a1nd Southl America.
She always liked to read about Columbuiii s, in
her history. nm1! how lie landed on one )of thieni,
and the beautiful thiingis he found there, Iearls,
and eoral, and gold ; and she had a recollectioni
too that pine-alyles, and Coffte, and sugar grew
on them. It iust lie a very nice place to go
to; lint oh, dear, how flr offl! a great deal far-
ther tlian ]England, she thought, and that was
bad enough. It was so lonely when her tlther
was gone to Lomnloii, two years before ; and
though lie did bring her a wax doll, with those
remarkable eyes and flaxen curls London dolls






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are famons for, it would he dreary enough to
see him go again, and have mamma crying as
shie did when lie went to sea, and lying awake
when the wind blew.
Carrie was a great coward upon the water.
When she was at the seashore, and other peo-
ple were enjoying their nice sails, she never
wanted to go ; or if her father insisted upon it,
she always cowered down as near him as she
could get, and imagined that every white-cap
was going to swallow them, and stood up thank-
fully enough on dry land when they reached it.
I hope mamma and papa will never think
of going there, though I want him to get well,
I am sure. I never could go with him, and I
could not be left all alone she said, polishing
the l olhemian glass bottles on the dressing-table
very vigorously.
'- Don't say you can't do things, Miss Car-
rie," said Nurse; no one ever knows what
they can do till they try. You say I can't'
very often."
Why, when ? for Carrie was no more
conscious of her infirmity than you or I are of
our great faults, till some one tells us of them.
Oh, when I call you mornings. You can't
get up till cight o'clock, and you can't braid
your own hair, and you can't remember to put






CONVALi( ACE NCE.


up your own things. and keep the room as tidy
as a little niaiden's room always ught 0, We.
Ohl, I could find you plenty of- n'!'s to, look at!"'
"Yes ; I heard lDr. Wilson Eolling papa
about saying 'can't' the night bel'ore hle w
sick. I suppose people always say -,-e'vry-
body."
Oh, no. I remember one good iman." s-aid
Nurse, and she laid her Land on Mrs. Ahblot's
Bible, who once said, I :can do( a!l thingg' "
and then she added, though not to Carrie,
" through Christ which strcngtheneth me,' a-
if shie herself had felt that help.
What did lie mean by that asked Car-
rie, simply ; for the reverent tone in which
Nurse spoke arrested her attention.
"lle meant, dear, that lie could do any
thing that it -as hs dty to ut do-that lie ought.
to do, that is-because Jesus would hoe!l him;
and it's true for us, if we ask Iis help."
Not to get up in the morning-such. little
things as that ? "
Nothing is little to Ilim-not a sparrow,
'the least of all birds;' did you ever see a
sparrow ? "
Oh, yes, often at Dedham; they used to
come to the door-step to be fed-the dcarest
little things ; so little! "






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Well, if God can think for sparrows, and
feed them, and teach them to flv-von know
who says it ?-don't you suppose lie helps little
girls, iftthey want help ? "
Carrie did not usually like to be talked to
about good things." Nobody ever said much
to her about them but her Aunt Maria, at Ded-
ham, -who always looked so solemn, and used
such hard words, that Carrie felt frightened
and stupid, and would run away to avoid it.
But Nurse did not make her feel uncomfortable
at all ; she talked in such a plain way, and
about every-day things.
lHave you got a Bible of your own ? she
asked, as she patted the square pillows and set
them straight on the beautifully made bed.
Oh, yes." Carrie was extremely proud of
her possessions, as all little girls are, and par-
ticularly of her Bible, which had been a birth-
day gift from Aunt Maria. For once Aunt
Maria had made wisdom palatable, for she had
chosen a pretty purple morocco binding and gilt
clasp. Carrie did not wait to be invited to
oet it, but ran at once to bring the pretty
volnmne.
Nurse stopped to admire it. I should like
to mark that verse," she said, I can do all
things ;' it might put you in mind to keep on






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trying some dav, when Von feel like giving
up."
Carrie looked doubtfull. She did not know
about marking up her new Bible ; she hiad been
taughlt that it defaced books, as indeed it usually
does when little people make pencil marks.
However, she concluded Nurse knew be-t. and
she watched her while she found the place, and
then another, in which she laid a bit of white
paper.
There is what I told you about the birdss"
she said; ou inimilit like to read it some day;
and there is your papa's bell. You were to
run down, you know, and see what was wanted,
while I aired the room."
The doctor had (ome ; Carrie heard his
sleigh just as she reached the back parlor, and
after sIhe haid l'roight tlhe handkerchief hr papa
wanted, her mother told her to wait a minute
-she mihlt be needed to bring something else
from up) stairs ; so Carrie sat down on the sofa,
determined not to worry hinm )y dancing
around this time.
So you do not find yourself as well as vou
expected '" said the doctor. "I thought as much.
Now you will begin to believe what I say. that
your only hope is rest and a mild climate."
I'm afraid it's so." Mr. Abbot spoke very








dejectedly, and his wite started to hear him
agree with Dr. Wilson ; but he had been think-
ing about it for a long time.
SI suppose it will upset my business."
Dead men can't carry on law-suits," said
the doctor, plainly. Have yon got enough
money to go with, and keep MIrs. Abbot from
starvation, or shall I lend you some ? '
I can manage it, yes-not quite so bad as
that; but it's hard when a man has struggled
along as I have, to see such a chance slipping
away.'
Well, I told yon two months ago that you
could go if you thought you could, and now
you are not one-half as well able to start off
alone. You mustn't go alone! "
Oh, if I was only well enough 1 could
not stay here all winter. I should go wild with
anxiety said Mrs. Abbot; and Carrie, look-
ing from her father to her mother, both of then
seeming so unhappy, and thinking of the dismal
London winter, felt as if she must cry every
moment.
No, no ; you can't start off on such a jaunt.
Isn't there any sister, or cousin, or old aunt ?
IIe ought to have a woman to look after him;
a sick man's nothing without a woman, partic-
ularly away from home."


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I' >NVAII.I;SlCEN('E. .3(

lPnt there was no :-uch person to be thought of.
It is not so much the care you would have,
as the care you ollght to take,'' explained Dr.
Wilson, crossing his ]highlivy-polislihd boots
comfortably, and lprocediiln to help himself to
tlil untasted dish of toast, and a cup of fragrant
coffee on the table near him. Yonu woh li ave
to look after Mrs. Allot's comfort a little, and
von couldn't be always groalilng over your own
aches and pains. It' you go quite alone it will
do you more harm than good : you are morbid
enough now. That's a larIe! word, i-n't it, Car-
rio t (oine here and sit ,n my knee."
Now,\ it is rather mortifying for a great girl,
ten years old, to 1,e Ihoisted up oin a .gentleliiian's
]nee, as if' she w:,s only Ia lay of three. But
the doctor did not try Carrie's sensibility so far.
lie only put one arm around her, and fed her
toast with the other hand.
Why can't you go and take care of your
papa ? "
Me? and Carrie's eyes said, Why, I
can't take care of myself! which was true,
for she had never tried.
Yes, why not and then Mrs. Abbot
shook her head, and Mr. Abbot thought his
friend was only joking with the little girl, as he
often did.





CONY ALESICNCE.


But it was not a joke this time, though Dr.
Wilson went his way for the present, and (ar-
ric sat down with her beloved story book in its
crimson binding, to read the very last story,
" The Seven Swans," and Mr. and Mrs. Abbot
began to plan for the journey sadly eno ughl.
Mr. Abbot decided at once to go to the \Vst
Indies ; several people that lie knew had been
i.. t. i.1 in Santa Cruz, and Kurse had told'
him of others.
It seemed a long distance to poor Mrs. Ab-
bot, who was to be left alone in her anxiety;
and Dr.Wilson, when consulted on his next visit,
disapproved of going there so late in the season.
lie said one of the Southern States would an-
swer every purpose ; it would be nearer home
for news-lie thought of Mrs. Abbot then-and
in Mr. Abbot's state of health the journey would
not be so great an Imndertaking. l3ut Mr. Ab-
bot was positive and irritablle about it ; and Mr.
Rich came in that evening and related such won-
derful results that lie had seen, how people who
were carried to the ship on beds had gone out
upon deck the third day, and stopped coughing
on the seventh, and had gained thirty pounds
in two months, and came home better than new!
Mr. Rich had been in the West India trade, and
know all about Santa Cruz. It made Mr.. Ab-






CONVALESCENCE. 41

bot more (lctcrfiflcl tdee cr fcinevr, though. Ili, wife
and the doctor were both. in ftivo' of Florida
and lie began searchidig thie Imapeis fAr shihijing
advertise i ieits, and making mciitiorand for Ills
bnsincss afiirtiis at once.















CHAPTER IV.


A STRANGE PLAN.

IT seens perfectly wild," said Mrs. Abbot
to Nurse ; and what am I to do without her?
They were very busy looking over and ar-
ranging Mr. Albbot's clothes. IIe was now
well elnomgh to ride out, and expected to start
on hi journey in a week.
I Cse just what the doctor means by it,"
said Nurse. I've gone about with sick people
enough to know. Mr. Abbot wants people to
talk to, and be kept from worrying about you.
It he goes by himself he'll poke along any way,
and not enjoy any tlhi'i, and get the worst of
rooms, and never see the ladies' parlor or table,
\hlichl is always the most comfortable! Miss
Carrie will do well enough, such a nice sensible
child as she is."
And that night, when Mr. Abbot made Car-
rie come and sit on the little ottoman by the







sofa, and stroke the hair from his temples, is lie
liked to have her do solletimes, he said :
Would my little daughter like to go to the
West Indies with her lpal? "
Poor little Carric Slie felt that she ought
to say 'e-s "-an: d -lie did walant to see the
wonderful things-colfee growing, and a suigar-
mill, and to help herself to tle custard-alples. and
pineapplesc, and mangoes, she hlad read about,
and to be with her father; but then, again,
how could she leave her mother when tlhe had
never been separated fur a single night, or take
that dreadful long voiyagel in a ship, and le
shipwrecked, and starved, and die of thirst !
There was a great tumult going oni in her
mind. ( dear wl'itt would the girls at school,
and Lucy Rich say, if they heard she was going
to be such a. traveller, when they were so proud
of having been to New York and Philadelphia !
The last thought made her feel for a mo-
ment only the dignity of the journey, and she
said:
Yes-I don't know, papa," in the same
breath.
How do oll suppose she ever got to sleep
that night, when she found that it was already
decided, and that N'ancly, who made her dresses,
was to coei the next day and put her sunliner


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clothes in order, and perhaps make her some
new ones! For Mrs. Abbot explained that it
would be warm by the time they ]ad been on
the ship four or live days, and like our sum-
mer at Santa Cruz.
It is not to be wondered at that Mrs. Abbot
cried when she told Carrie, just as slhe did the
night Mr. Abbot was so ill ; for she felt that her
care would be doubled, and it was hard to be
left alone for four weary months. 1Her mother's
dejection sobered Carrie's imagination to re-
member about the ship again, and how hard it
would be to take care of herself, and wait on
her father, amd how often lie had been cross to
her lately, and what if l e should get sick again,
and die, and leave her all alone in a foreign
country !
Oh! I can't go, indeed I cannot, mamma.
I should be too frightened when I found i,, 11'
away from the land, and the wind blowing.
Why won't papa go somewhere without a ship
Can't we go to Florida, as the doctor said I "
for she knew Florida was not an island. She
had drawn the map of the United States on her
blackboard often enough to know just how the
queer little point of land ran down into the wa-
ter, and was almost, but not quite, surrounded
by it.






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Mrs. Abbot wished heartily enoulnn that lie
woull. lut she knew how determined he always
was when ihe had nmadi ulp his mind Iuo any
thing. Mr. Abbot, had alreadyy ournd lhlat
there were no vessel., goiing from ]!,tn ih, a
long tine, and had settled lhat he would ii, to
New York and sail in the Sea I]ird, that was
advertised for St. Thomas, to leave ill al,,ut ten
days. lIe would have to wait even hlonier to
find a vessel direct for Santa Cruz, buit St.
Thomas s a neighbloriing iland,l awl a regular
packet would take tliem there in a few hours.
The first sail in the Sea lird would lie ten davy
or a fortuiight long.
Carrie had been on board a packet ship
when her cousill Jaclk, nillt Maria's ollest son,
sailed for ],I the queer little kitchen where every ltingiiL' was
cooked, and the na'-row closets of ,itate-rooins,
where tihe beds were no wider than a h1ielf in
her mother's linen closet, and there was not
room enough to hold a chair outside of them.
To be cooped up so, and, lie sea-sick oIr she
was always made munconfbrtable and had a
headache with the rocking of a boat (Carie's
anticipations took a decidedly dismal turn, and
not even the remembrance of new dresses and
custard-:pples comforteld her.






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IBut then her mother had said she could be
of very great service to her papa, and perhaps
keep hii from getting sick again, and help him
to get well entirely. I row often she had wished
she could show her love for her father by doing
some disagrcablde or brave thing for his sake.
There was the Princess Eliza in the Seven
Swans." We all know what she did for her
brothers! Yes, even the narrow little state-
rooms of the Sea Bird would be rather lpr.' I,-
)lo to sailing across the ocean on a swan's back,
with the danger of tumbling off every minute !
and then the nettles must have hurt Eliza's
hands and feet so, while she was fixing the flax
for the seven coats of mail that were to turn
the swans into princes again and such persecu-
tions as she endured If the Princess Eliza
could do so much, she could do a little for her
papa's sake
Nurse came in just then to turn out the
light, and seeing her, reminded Carrie of their
little talk, and how she had said, We could
do any tiing that it was our duty to do," and
somehow that seemed to quiet her; but no
sooner had she fallen asleep than she dreamed
that she was on the deck of a vessel, and al'
the white sails were set overhead, and the water
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glide away so swiftly and silently from the
land, and she woke w again with a start and cry,
to find herself safe at lome in the large, heavy
bed that had no idea ot' taking a sea-voyge !
The next morning after breakfast, a sleigh
came to the door, and 11r. Abbot, wrapped 1up
in his thick coat, with a scnrf tied about lis
throat, and a fur cap on, got in after his wife,
and the driver lifted Carrie to the front seat
with him, and tucked the buffalo robes all snug-
ly around her, and then they- drove to Court
street, where Mr. Abbot ihad his office, and left
him ; and from there to the handsome shop in
Washington street, where Mrs. Abbot usually
made her purchases. It seemed so queer to be
buying a barege, and a Foulard silk, in such
cold weather, when Mrs. Abbot had on a heavy
poplin, and Carrie a merino. The little girl
felt that it was a very important affair, as she
'at perched up in her beaver hat and thick coat,
on a high stool, and wondered if all the other
ladies round them knew that she was going o so
far away on a sea-voyage!
The barege was gray, with blue checks,
and the Foulard had little rose-buds on a blue
-Lroundl--for blue was Carrie's color, Mrs. Ab-
bot always said.
Then they drove to the shoemaker's, and






A STRANGE PLAN,


bought more shoes than she had ever had before
in all her life at once. Slippers, and high
walking boots, and buskins; and Carrie had the
satisfaction of hearing her mamma tell the shoe-
maker that Mr. Abbot was going to the Wcest
Indies, and would take his daughter with him,
and seeing the man's astonishment at her being
such an adventurer.
But that was nothing to driving up to the
door, on which was a large brass plate, with
" Mrs. Adams, Select School," on it, and seeing
the girls look out of the window, and to know
that they were envying her, riding about with
her mamma, while they were poking over their
geography and history and French verbs. She
went in with her mother, who had come to ex-
plain why Carrie was taken from school, and to
get her slate and books, and all her little pos-
sessions. _le can tell how grand it was to go
into school as a visitor, and have lessons stop,
and the monitress forget to mark the girls, in
her eagerness to listen to the news :i..r-.-i, and
to hear Mrs. Adams say, Is it possible I do
hope Mr. Abbot will come home completely re-
stored. We shall miss Carrie very much, I am
sure, and be glad to have her with us again."
Yes, that was the triumph of the day, better,
even, than going to the milliner's, and trying on






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a round straw hat, that was to be trimmed with
blue. But even that was forgotten when a par-
eel, that her mamma had ordered, came in the
s'r ri....i, and turned out to be a miorocco
work-box, with handles, lined with crimson silk,
and fitted up with a little mirror, and scissors,
and a place for the little gold thimble, a New
Year's present from papa and manmma. And
there was a letter from her Aunt Maria, saying
that she would be in the next morning to see
her brother, and to take Carrie out to Dedham
for a parting visit.
Aunt Maria came in her own sleigh, with
Patrick, the man, who had lived with them so
long that lie considered himself one of the fam-
ily; and after dinner, when the horses were
rested at a livery stable, and Mrs. Prescott, for
that was Aunt Maria, had talked with her bro-
ther and given him as much good advice as lie
could have taken profitably in a week, they
started off home again, taking Carrie with them.
It was snowing quite hard before they reach-
ed Brookside-that was the name of Uncle Pres-
cott's place ; and lie was the pattern of an uncle
-just as indulgent as his wife was strict, and
his children always made him their confidant
about every thing. lie had pop-corn planted
in the garden in summer, and beat tho boughs
3





-. ;, \NtI, I AN.,


of the walnut-trees f1,r them to gather the nuts
in the fall. It was I'Mele Prescott who inter-
ceded for a treat of candy-boiling the night
Carrie arrived, and helped her pull the great
tougQ h lump of treacle that fell to her share,
until it was as white and as brittle as a confec-
tioiier could make it. And then he sat with
them round the fire, and helped thlel play
" EIirth and Air," and Coach," and l" Mleag-
crie," and Quaker," and half a dozen other
noisv, iimerry, romping games, until they fairly
'hrieked with laughter, and declared they never
did have such a nice time before in all their
live. Allen Prescott, who was very fond of
travels and adventlures, which his brother's voy-
ages to China had stimulated, envied Carrie
quite ais much as could have been desired, while
Mceky and Nell were deeply interested in the
new dretse', and ihw they were to be made.
Howard and Joe were little chaps, scarcely able
to keep their eyes open by eight o'clolk, but
they showed a desire to know whether people
in tile West Indies ate with chop-sticks as they
did in Chlina, and whether they had idols, like
the great iiugly Josh Jack had sent home as
a curiosity y.
There had been a box from Jack a week or
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A STRANGE PLAN.


set of carved ivory winders for Carrie, who was
a great friend of his.
It was bitter cold the next morning, though-i
the sun shone as clear and the sky was as cloud-
less as in summer. In this large country house,
where there were no neighboring brick walls to
protect it from the wind, Jack Frost was to be
seen on every window, and when Carrie woke,
her little nose felt as cold as jounicer's, the
dog's.
Aunt Maria did not approve of bed-roomi
fires, though there was one in the nursery,
where Joe and Howard were dressed ; and the
little girls were allowed to go in there and braid
their hair, and fasten each other's dresses, when
they were washed and stockinged and petti-
coated. It seemed scarcely daylight when the
bell rang. 1iecly sprang out of bed in a mo-
ment, but Carrie and Nell, whlo slept together,
-i _._1. 1 np to each other again, al(d lamented
the cold and dressing-bells. It had certainly
been an unusually sharp night-the little girls
could see their breath in any part of the
room, and Beck-y exclaimed that the water was
frozen over in the pitcher.
Carrie, remembering the heater in her snug
little chamber at home, and the hot-water fan-
cct over the marble basin in the corner, thought






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that her cousins were exposed to dreadful hard-
ships, andL considered herself a perfect martyr to
her aunt's strictness, when she finally emerged
one foot at a time from under the blankets, and
stood shivering from head to foot before the
wash-stand, while her hands tingled with the
ice-cold water.
Lecky did not seem to mind it much, any
more than slhe did the early rising; but stood
at the window brushing away on her thick
hair, and admiring the snow-drifts, and the sun-
shine sparkling on them. It was a pretty sight,
truly, the rounded, pure white curves of light,
new-fallen snow, the powdery fringes of the
evergreens, that looked like great bunches of
sugared box, to ornament fruit-cakes with,"
Nell said ; and Carrie, who joined them after
she was fairly dressed by their assistance, and
had wrapped her sack about hier, agreed with
Nell, and thought the meadow beyond was nice
enough for the cake itself, with a rock poking
out here and there, like a gigantei plum or
piece of citron.
The boys werc already out, shovelling snow
with Patrick, who was making paths to the
barn and well ; though they played more than
they worked, and pelted each other till their
gray coats were as white as a dusty miller's.





A STR1ANGE;1 PLAN.


Then the 1hell ran.g ir prayer~, which Carrie
was not aleeustoilied to at holll : ;til nater
prayers came breakfast, with its I:,ton Iown
bread, still slowly smoking from ntb the brick ov:i,
wheree it lhad beenI silt l~ p all. niat, nil the
savjory-slClling sa12n.-;:.', that Aunt .M:;ria: had
made at killing tilme" ]cTlrself, I'r s-lie was .
notable housekeeper. ThIre wvere (lienate
buckwheat griddle-cakes, hot from the kitchen,
and hot coffcc, yellow with cream f',r the older
people, and plenty of milk for the youingrer ones
-as nice a breakfast as any heart coiild desire,
with nothing to lbe askud 1'r Ly Carrie. When
she discovered, last of all, a dihi of :uainer-col-
ored honiy for the buckwlieat cakes.
The boys were in a greatt hurry 1o, get out
and bie-in making a slide, down lihe ill in
the lane, and Tilde Prescott excused them with-
out so much as looking towards Aunt 3[aria,
and gave the girls permission to L"7 too, if they
liked.
When they are through," Aunt Maria said;
and Carrie knew what that meant. for her cou-
sins always washdl up the breakfast things. and
counted llhe silver, and put their own ri,,ns in
order with true iNew Englad industry.
No excuses ever availed, and so Carrie made
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A 1STRAN(GE PLAN.


place with tiL towe!, and rublin0 every cup
al.d nIr till ii shlne as Aunt Maria liked to
see it. lly this means they gained almost half
an hour, Nelly having put up 1 cky's things
as well as her own, and lby that time the slide
was in flalious order.
Allen was b)eckounlingl1 to them to come out,
and t1oiihl Carrie had lbeen very zealous at
iirst, a near prospect of the snow and the cold
was chilling, very. Aunt Maria said it would
be good foIr her," and )ade Becky get another
pair of brown-worsted nlow-boots that came way
over her knees, and Nelly lent her best white
mittens; so with her ihood and coat, and flan-
nel sack under it, Carrie ventured forth. Al-
len's sledge, with its high runners and swans'
necks," wa.v named tile Seventy-Six ; and
he was very good to his brothers, allowing
them their regular turn, with the little flat sled,
as squllare and as stout, he said, as Joe.
Joe and toward took turns in steering ; and
when the girls arrived on the ground, Allen
lent them tlhe Seventy-Six." Becky could
" steer"-lthat is, guide the sled-almost as well
as lie coultl, but Carrie declined her invitation,
and only, after long, persuasion, consented to seat
herself behind Allen, and enjoy the swift rush
to the bottom of the hill. Then it was as hard






A :1: \..iI. LI..\..


IeCgiII. :anIdi :Iater :i 1W --\ N


kee!) ht iaight ini the Ii Ii I if I t I ii II I ( f1 o ,1).; 1!
PathI. anid Allcn i I- L. t;.,. : but *-ht iid n

sie Filf herself cxiii.iosd ti the ,x'x I iiiti'i ,

uric sil heii iiIll) into :1 ;Ji.l m-aiik, andm I i itihi to
her uiiirt iiieation. Cariine fouindl hm pe i jucl1
licad lowi~2I~:nilrds initoi 111C difit. liir armi buied~i
tillu tp her vlbow.- iiy the J'iieuze ain'l thit 'h-:1
almost go"i"l., over her.
Nl it v1: "T vei~y limI't aIviln bflI( imlI Ilig ;lbl
AUlen stohihiel the hiiiv, min) begani ti -hiout.
and flai their ]ianiih. an,1 picked lit 1 1l'.-
kinidly, that -he hai 11o ine but hcrf -h t'
*cdciI wvith.
flluwver, it rather 'Imi.ld thla Aifhiti, an!
whv~en Pi't nick. pa-e,,d lain on ii M;wiy 'vIf the
barn, tu hiarniess up thet lairs"-. 4 >mrrn diii liot
Endii it lmnil to go ii ni uii Irltareli rC Ii p li Wine'-


>triut people often a~re ; Io bmro~ught 6,1.111
most, oniiivenielt ease nimlah oIf oiled l ~k, aid
* titeliefi bcautifully. There wa. a j oikict tf r






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brush and comb and sponge, a place for a nail-
brush and tooth-brush, all that a little traveller
could want to make herself tidy.
Your father wanted to get you a dressing-
case," she said, but I knew it would only be
in the way, that this was a great deal more con-
venient."
Then Becky, who was very skilful, presented
a parting needle-book, made of most 1 ....titl
pieces of silk, with compartments or divisions
for each number, from seven upwards ; and
Nell added a book-mark, worked in cross-stitch
on perforated card-board, and lined by a famous
pink satin ribbon with long ends. She had
asked her mother for a motto, who had given
her-
Tie Lord is my Shepherd; "
and so Carrie would have something pleasant
to remind her of Brookside all through her
journey.
She thanked her Aunt Maria very heartily,
and tried to listen to and remember all the wise
things she said to her, about taking care of her
ftaier, and not letting him overexert himself.
Aunt Maria expected to see her again, but the
children kissed her so many times that there
was almost a kiss for every day she expected to
be gone, certainly for every week. Allen was






A STRANGE PLAN. 57

going in to Boston, and Ulncle Prescott drove,
and there was a hot stone to put her feet on;
so Carrie's drive back was very pleasant, in
spite of the cold.

3X
















CHAPTER V.


PAcKI N G UP.

Tin: week went by like a dream. There
was so much going on all the time, parcels ar-
riving, and -visitors calling; and then it was
discovered that there was no trunk just the
right size, und Carrie had the pleasure of seeing
one come home, with a clean canvas cover
marked with her own initials, and BOSTos in
1llack letters nnder them, so that any one would
know where the trunk belonged if it should get
strayed away.
It was the morning of Friday, the last day
at home, when the trunk arrived, and Carrie's
clothes were already folded and laid on the
bed, ready to be placed in it. This was the
business of Nurse, while Carrie fluttered about
and waited on her, and chattered like a magpie
all the while.








"I amn going iU1 d" ~It~ic-~i..\~
CDarrie. andI Neil 11:141 lhCHA 1,1 b vry 'i








in thc 1(1), hlo tg.e ti'itiihl.
Caerre rit, d Io iilIc id andl 1.:'I mcni k -r



ndrestil-ease. theat and. A ii1t ) t-b Ic t:th(fx i
and rni hat Iarife frt and] ther U'nowI~hit'i !

rlei th ai Itlle A tIq)L herwht or tIh iOTr







Tchre Nvai, te a.lcait h))rtaldmindiehij. l1 11 ajr
cicede1 tijeeithatl Mr.I ald( tjn 1o. d it illI r






hul hmL awl a laourge c.(arricb that 4,l t w-
drafts alnidc l 1ery. (['ten' anCd th1e ])ONntartl l .0
imnildc~ hcr of tim liir-t nli(~4t her: flther1 wanS i~ll
shi diba not say any thic ngabut it, hut slipped
dlown andc wet to the alilb sl-roorn, and made up
Little parcel of salt, and then Iput it in tho pock-


'PA\l'I)Ni, T'].








et of the carpet-bag. She would have told
-urse, but her mother was in the room when
she returned, and -i.,,, 1,;,,1r_. she scarcely knew
what, kept her from speaking about any danger
of a hemorrhage before her. Poor child She
had very little idea herself how frightful it
would l)e, but her mother knew very well. and
the danger of its return, and that her husband
might sufier, if lie did not die, among strangers.
When Mrs. Abbot, with her sad face and
heavy eyes, had gone down stairs again, Carrie
perched herself on a chair close to Nulre, and
sat there very thoughtfully, watching her un-
derlothes stowed away in the top of her own
trunk. Ier mother had turned back just as
she was going out of the door, and put her arms
about her, and kissed her very, very fondly, as
if she was indeed going to lose her. This double
parting was very hard for Mrs. Abbot, but when
she had made up her mind that it was right,
and saw how much more interest Mr. Abbot
took in the voyage for Carrie's sake, she tried
to forget herself and her anxiety in constant oc-
cupat ion.
Tookinug up into her mother's troubled flce
--or Carrie could see very plainly that she hiad
been crying'-and then at the positive proofs
scattered everywhere around her that she was


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PA( KING; IP.


really going away. she began to shrink back,
as she had firom the cold and the snow at her
Aunt Maria's.
Indeed, the thought of tle voyage and lits
dangers scarcely ever left her, but llhungt like a
weCight under all her anticipations.
N Xur.e,'" said she, very slowly, l \it do,
you do) when you are triig'iteind t "
Nirse saw tliere was sonie serious thought
going on in the little girl's Iind.
I try to keep very quiet," said 'Nurse, so
that 1 may be able to see if there is any real
danger, and just how great it is. Peou'le get
wild, and so unable to help1 tliemiselve., because
they do not stop to think.'
]But suppose there is a real reason Ior being"
very, very frightened."
Then I pray,' said Nurse.
Carric looked doubtful; it did not hel, her
nnIel']l.
Suppose you were riding will your papa,
and the horse should run away, :Ind yo posi-
tively knew that your father couhl control him
and keep him from inischief. wouldn't that help
you? Wouldn't your iirst thought be, '0
papa take care of ILe i "
Yeos-but-"
But you don't sce how that explains it.





I'A KIM. 1 1P.


WVell, (;o l is perfectly able to take care of us
and help us at anvy mminent, and in any kind
of ditlieulty. Ile is tile only one that is; so
isn't it natural to ask I.lini the first thing we
do ?. "
"( O !" said ('nrrie. with a long breath.
' IBut will lie hear i, 'I
II we try to pleane Ilinl-not without.
No, I don't suppoe we have any reason to
think l I will otherwise."
1 wonder if lie would help nme."
Try," said Nurse, try Ilis way."
That is somlethiln like what yol said the
othIer day, isn't i asked Carrie. I don't
suppose I should have\ wanted any help if I had
staid at homec-papa and manmmna always helped
me-- ut now I must help papa and myself
too. and I don't know how to begin."
Suppose you put your pretty book-mark
at the place. I slowed yo,'" said urse.
No," said Carrie, '" 1 learned that ; lint I
should like to have it about the birds. That is
the nicest to lle ; if (;od knows when they are
going, to fall on the groundll, lie certainly would
know if a great wave was going to swallow me
up. Ilow do yon mean His way ? "
Iow do you say your prayers now ? "
Why, just as everybody does." Carrie






PA( KIN., I'P.


knew but. one way to repeat tho.-e her other
hadl taught her. ju.-t -, she, would have said a
less, nilv with ia lower voice; anI il' -he hi.r-
ried, a' 1'l' wns n w t to do old niglits and h'eepy
nights, ;ihe had to blwin ill over again.
I ask God to' lI'.-ls im tfither and miv imoth-
er, anil to mnak men a ,4d and ljbediint cliild.'
SDou you sllpo.c ) ic ( oes tel yhou I "'
I don't know ; T never s to t think about
it afltrwards."
"'Tlhin I don't think k yon ak lis wan. lie
likes tol have people really want tle thingI-s.
You watlt helIp now-what help "
Oh to lbe g(oold tlo papl, and wait on him
as you and inianilna do, and to think o'f what
he needs beforehand ; and not to li late in the
morning, or untidy. I know I never shall re-
miember-I sliall make lim so mueh t,,li ev.
and hle will wili J was home as'aini. .Aniilt
Maria talked so. 0 dear I felt I didn't want
to But you didn't show me how to c-w a button
on yet."
Well, I will now I am going to put one
on this wristband. This is the button-box, and
you can get a bit of cloth and try for yourself."
It was not such very hard work, only to
poke thc needle straight through the little bits





PACKING 7'P.


of holes in the button, without pricking her fin-
gers oni the other side.
"It is not so very I ard," she said, quite
flushed and pleased when her button was fast-
ened so tight that it couldn't be twisted oilff.
That's the way with a good niany things
in the world," said Nurse, wrapping, up the Bi-
I)lc ver'v carefully in a sAoft iapkin, and. placing
it where it could not get rillled.
'l' minute you set your mind to try and
accomplish then, they grow easy. It's when
the will iti d(o things is wanting, that they seem
hard, and fret us."
Ycs," said Carric, penitently. '" 3Man;na
tried to lhow me Iceftore, Ibut I gave it, 1p) and
said I (couldn't; and iendling my stockings
too-I was afraid I should have to do it al-
Wvavs.
P That puts me in mind; and N'urse went
to a lisket, and took out a skein of .ilk, and
one oif darning cotton. You miglit le wind-
ing these ,on the ivory winders your cousin sent
you. I have put in the spools, anid plenty of
buttons, and all the Iookn you brought me.'
The Fairy Tales and Nightcaps ? and my
two new ones and Llia ? What if I should
have slch adventures as Lelia did ? I want
one left out to read on the ship; but never






PACKING LI'.


mind. I'll have "A a t -s'-it's in my
book-case : I never care lhow many times I read
that. )o 'you suppose m anumna is thrl'ugh writ-
ing for I) npai? "
Nurse thou..i"ght she might venture It go and
see. It was grolwinl quite hinskv in the ronm,
the (dayls were so short. (';rr.ie l;uiiml thl hitters
all finished, and minauju andl papa sittiii, (luite
near togetlier by the lirlilgt, Mr. A\llbt hold-
ing his wile's hand ; lit they did lint talk
much. Mirs. Abbot made Carrie get a sitool and
sit ly her; she put her arm around the little
girl, and drew her head hd1,iwn Inii dllh-ever-Iv
now and then Carrier c(uil feel Ihirc:(lf drawn
closer and closer. Slie was glad whein i1hidget.
lighted Iihe gas and brought in tea. l;o it seemed,
very s orrowl'il .
Shie notie,.d that though iher im:aiin bIlt-
tered miiullins ifr her, ulnd for her p,:ult, and
urged him to at, '.he took nothing l',rsll', only
part of her' cup of tea. Mrs. A)lI' heart was
too heavy.
Thl'v hald 1,een talking after the letters and
,usinl-s papers were d e. and Mr. hAbbot had
toll lier that, thougIlh lie w\a- going as a la.-t hope
to prolong his life, lie had \ cry little ex.pec.t'lion
of gaining much ly it. lie said (qite bitterly :
IWhen physiianiis cannot do any thing






PAL'KING UC'.


more, they send sick people off on a sea-voyage.
Wilson can't help me, and it's as much as say-
ing so. It's too hlae.'
Sllnt lie wanted you to go long )lbere,
quite early in the fall."
'" know-but how could I-leave you, and
business, and all ? "
You are doing it now ; you lind you can
go-"
Because I m iStO' go."
SIf it was only to Florida, it would not seem
as hard," and Mrir. Abbot sighed. 'l That voy-
age cuts you off from me so, it is like death."
Seeccause "-and Mr. Abbot spoke quite
sharply-" I don't like half-way measures. If
I'm going, I'm going far enough to be benefit-
ed. I believe I would try it, if I knew I should
die there "
0 Icnry your terrible will; you will
sufler lor it yet; and just then Carrie came
into the 1room, and after Carrie, tea, and an
early bed hour, for the young traveller at least.
She had been over in the afternoon to say
good-bye to Lucy and ,Jenn, and had sent a
parting note to her cousins the day before,
when Aunt Maria made her last visit. Her
mother went up stairs with her, and found that
Xurse had every thing in readiness-the clean






PACKING [P. (37

clothes to put on after the morning's bath, the
deep blue merino dress she was to wear until they
came to warm weather even the linen collar
and sleeves; whicl, as (Carrie said, were shin-
ing clean "--the gloves and pocket-lhaindker-
chief in the pocket. But it was Nurse's busi-
ness to be thougtftdl-to remember every
thing just at the right time, and place it in the
most convenient manner. No one could have
had a better model.
When Carrie knelt down.by her mammna to
say her pr'ayers, she recollected that ;od could
do all she asked Him, and it was a great com-
fort to say, Please bless my mamma, and take
care of her; please bless dear papa, and make
him quite well again."















CHAPTER VI.


MAKING A START.

Now yon must think for yourselves how
hard. it was to say good-bve when the time
really ncame-when the trunks were already
standin-g on end. in the front part of the sleigh,
and Lucy and Sam lKich were at the window
to see Carrie go, and even the grocer on the
corner came to his door to watch Mr. Abbot,
his old customer, off, and the milkman drew up
and waited till it was over, while Bridget, milk-
pitcher in hand, sobbed at the areia-gate, and
the cook, who had helped with the trunks, stood
in a corner with her apron in hand, all ready
to cry when tihe last Imoment came.
It seelled as it' Mrs. Abbot never could raise
her head fro m her husband's shoulder, or he
unclasp his arms that held her to his heart ; for
both felt how uncertain their meeting again in






MAKING A STAiT.


this world wa;. andi 1hat lth return li.iic ni.li.ht
be C'ell lltl'1 Sorr'ow'flll.
C(r l'ir sI'carcch'e" e\'1 l eilecli tI, have
SCcn lher ifitilli.Tr cry lc( It was a dh'cadliul
thinii.. to her ti sce his lis h lin ,!,. atiil 1' lluvw hliii olt of tfihe I.-I'I as lie
went with his liandkerchicte up to hi- ecIe.
Nurse led her and liftcel l'r to the .cvat. while
her inaiinmia stood ait the parlor-wian.ow until
they were out of silgt. ]ut they did not know
that Nurse found Mrs. Al., ut .iniking 1l the
floor, worn out with alixitiy antid fa.ti.rue. aind
the sharp pain of parting" w\\ith her hu]liand and
chlild ; :and that it wa\. ah luii, lolling time licefre
shc wais a: lo to speak, or cveV 1 tO unI111']o her
eves.
uhit we will not go lack willi i.r to thll
lonely roiii, which .-ipke so elojuczlly I f h I."
loss. Nurse was there to talke care ,1f' lhr, ani1
the friend who was to spend much ,f" lihe winter
with her was already (Ii her way I1, the city.
For by this time Carrie amiN hr lpapa lhad
reached the depot, a1nd t llhr ere .se\ecrl "i'll-
tlcinen to bid her papa got,,d-hye. I )r. Wil.-,in
among them. IIe took charge ft her, while
another gentleinan purchased theu tickets, and
attended ,to thie bari,.ge, and said so many
,queer: and fiiunny tlhinigs :ahlout what hI,' was to






MAKING A TR.\RT.


do for her father, and how she was to hring
hint homue, that the first painful thoughllts of the
parting were broken up, anrd the little maiden
began to take renewed interest tet in her travellii
equipm)lWets, and the lsandwiches andl apjples
that were stowed away in iher lr-own lr;avelling
basket with its two stout :andlcs.
Thle first of the ride wa, lovely, though the
snow und frost nadle the landscape rather mo-
notounous to iior exoperienuced travellers. As
far as Spiringlield, arrive e chatted away, and
helped herself to her private stores, iand won-
dered that her father declined every thing nblut
;s sandwich, and why he sat looking so long on
one particular column ol' a newspaper, till she
suspected lie was not reading at all.
After the scranmlde for the nice dinner at
Spriniiglield, and the little excitement of making
sure of the right train again, and l ingd, their
own seat occupied, and choosing one in another
car, she began to wonder how fatr it was to New
York, and wish most heartily ilihat they were
there. iHer atlher's tirc look," one that she
knew only too well, came over his face, and he
leaned his head down .l-n coughed much more
than it was pleasant (to hear.
0 dear! I wish we were there!" she
said ; I nm so dreadfully tired, and my neck








aches so, and it makes me dizzy to read. and I
am as stiff as if I was an old, old woman."
lint she said ift o ,erfef for just an it came
into her mind, shu saw how wean' her papa
was looking, and she knew it would worry hin.
" I must not worry 1papa; that was her first
thought-then, I hope God will lhelp mle not
to; after that, many tines when her uneasy
little movements betrayed her I l;._ ., and slhe
was forgetting over and over again, she thought
just in time to keep her fiom fretting aloud.
Her papa could understand the fatigue well
enough, and though hle could not talk much for
ihe noise of the ears, he helped her put her
shawl comfortably under her head, and showed
her how to make a footstool of her basket with-
out breaking it; and so for the last twenty
miles Carrin was in dream-land.
When she roused herself to s*t np and look
around, they were going "1..-. do\\w a long
street, just their own car, witl hore';ue and not a
locomotive before it; and then they thundered
into a long shed of a depot, and for the first
time in her life she was in New York.
She never had been at a hotel either before.
Sometimes, when she was walking past the Tre-
mont House, or the Revere, she thought how
pleasant it must be in those large rooms, seeing


MAKI[N; A ;TA!;T.






MAKING A START.


so many people ; and now after she had waited
in the ladies' room until the trunks were on the
carriage, her papa came and beckoned to her,
and away they rattled down Fourth avenue
into Broadway.
There were no sleighs in the streets; ibr
though there were piles of dirty-lookinig snow
by the pavement, the middle of the street was
like a slough of mud that bespattered every
thing. Still it was cold and damp, a chilliness
even harder to bear than the keen, clear cold of
Boston. The ladies went by on the sidewalk,
wrapped up in the heaviest furs-all dressed
as handsomely as if they were going to church,
Carrie thought; and the crowd that swept in a
living tide down and up the street in two never-
ceasing currents, certainly did look as if church
was just out. But the shops did not look like
Sunday. The gas was already lighted in many
of them, and the great plate-glass windows
were gay with beautiful things. They stopped
before some of the very handsomest in a large
white marble building, and the driver said,
"St. Nicholas, sir," and opened the carriage-
door, and she followed her father through the
entrance, and up the handsome staircase, where
a waiter in clean linen jacket stopped whisking
himself with his brnsh, and took the shawls and






MAKING A START.


packages, and showed them to a reception-room,
where Carrie was glad to find a glowing fire.
But the hotel was thoroughly warm and
comfortable everywhere ; in the wide halls, car-
peted softly and lighted by huge chandeliers,
in the pretty reception-room, where Carrie sat
a long time waiting for her father, and gazing
at the satin-covered furniture and shining cor-
nices, and the heavy tassels of the blue and
gold curtains, in the great busy office where
Mr. Abbot, and many other people who had
just come, wrote their names in the large book
at the desk, and were told the number of their
rooms ; all through the palace-like building the
cold and darkness were excluded, and light and
beauty and warmth were everywhere around.
Presently her father appeared, followed by
another man with another whisk broom, which
lie tucked under his arm when he lifted the
shawls, and insisted on taking Carrie's basket
out of her hand ; and she was not sorry for that,
when she came to find how many stairs there
were to climb. She knew this tired her father,
for he dropped her hand, and stood and rested
on the landings, and she was glad when the
waiter thrust the key which lie carried, into the
door of No. 56, and threw it open with a
flourish.







* .lI.AK .INi. .i ST'.\ l'.

Thli. \-:i- her tfther's roomi-very lar''ge, with
windows opening oiln roadway, beauttifully fur-
nislied, tholigh it was so> high itii. HITr own
opened oit of it ; it was 1:1narrowerCl, will olle willn-
dow. bIt hiru e enmiioghi or three sich little inor-
sel.s ;1 :(':lrri Abbot.
Sl it 1tlt quite graindl wihen slhe d4lepoitc(l her
thilins on, tlhe snowy olllinterpalie, ailld lher father
told hler to ring the hell if shei wintted any as-
sistailnce from the clilialmermaid. Supper was
scent up to them that night, and Mr. Abbot was
readlv for lied, you ilmay be sure, without look-
ing about himi miuih. ('arrie thought hlie could
never get to sleep so early, and longed to go
downl to the drawilg-room, which shlo had
caigiiht a glimpse of in passing", and see -some
of thle il;ali(ndonly dressed people slie lhad met
voniung up t;tair.;.
],nit whlin ihe looked at hier papa. lying so
wearilY t a, oant to ltl d thought of the stairs,
she woulld not ask it, ibut took ii haliissock, and
sat down in her old place close t hiii. IHe
.-iiiiletB alln put lis ,ail' i around her. anlill said.
'* lht h(1i vo) n ppoe al maI lll.lllll:L i i is li v iw "'
And lIlui to ild her sIthIiing sh I Ile lllever
knowii about the dlear friend of ler Iniiliiau's,
lilo wai Collill to stay with her-liow hler
huslbald hlad dlied very soon after lihe hld been






MA.tKIN, A START. 1

married, anl d she had li ved with lis mother. and
taken care ofl her dutifully until sie wa.s dead
now, so tllat tll(ire was nothing to keep Ihr from
coming balk 1t her (old lRston frieilds. A, dI
theli talked about ti1e Sea 1Bird," wlih Mir.
Abbot was going to look f ir the jnixt in,,rning,
and then Carrio ranlll tih bell. and waited oi:
her papa while lie took his drops, an] laid Iout
the things hlie would want, and she told him
where each article was.
It was the fir.t time sili could ever reinem-
ber going to bed without her mother's kiss, for.
being an only child, they lhad never 1ceen sepa-
rated. She felt a little lomesick for all the
novelty of her situation, Leing her owln mi.tress,
and having a waiting-ninid if she chose ; aiid
very wide awakee wi ei puh t l her hlcad oe;i
the great square pillow. It was like .s-h lein.g
in th sparere clhamlber alt home. Sh e list-
ened to her father moving about ini the next
room, and the people passing the door, :nd the
confusing din of vehicles in the street, intending
to say her prayers every moment ; but she slid
quietly into the soiindet sleep before she knew
her eyes were shut, :11Ad it was broad daylight
before she woke aggin.
I dare say you think the first tiling she did
was to spring up, and make amends for her .-







MA\KIN(! A START.


getfulness the night before; but Carrie rarely
remembered her prayers in the rniii For
one thiini., she never ft'!t afraid b1)y daylight, and
ilhen she always li h](u.:l1t' of so an1vy lhings to
do) ; ill both of which she was very like older
people we could name.
Thlis ilorninji pirlticeularly, there was the
novelty of her situation, and her father was
waiting for her to go down to breakfast, already
dressed, when lie knocked on her door, which
wa, what liad awakened her. It took her a
great while to braid her hair, which she was
juiit :learning to do 1;r herself, and then there
was a distraetinl h(op hook she never could
reach, screw and twist her armss as she might.
She thought of the chaibhermaid, but a waiter
answered her ring. and it was some minutes be-
fore lie could "et Ib:ack.] the office alainl and
' tinkle the eham1:hermaid's bell, which was
what bro(Iught the girl to her.
hlary was extremely attentive and coimp]li-
nmelntry, ldelaring shle was the nicest young-
lady slhe had waited on ill a year, and Carrie
be.lanl to feel on very good terms with herself,
lbeilin a!l unused (to lite ways io the world, and
not knlowin" that lary expected her colmpli-
ments to be paid for in coin.
Mr. Abbot looked worn and h'ggard from






MAKING A START.


the journey of the day 1 ;'., -, and a restless
night ; and any sm ranger could have soin that
he was very muh deprc -ed, or in v ,pi>r
its," as it is W,,raly called. The pa'tv who
sat opposite to himn at b)rcakf'at lidl notice t ;
and Carrie cold not hlp ) loo"kil]g' ;at them, for
when they had seated tlihmselves at the tale,
it was quite empty, except the masters and plain
1)read and butter. There were very few people
in the room, for half-past eight o'clock was very
early at this 1,-i; .,I1,. hotel, where most of
the visitors did not come down till ten. Mr.
Abbot gave Carrie her choice from the bill of
tare, and sent the waiter for their brn 0and
a newspaper. The newspaper came. but the
brealkfist did not, for a long, long, time, until
Carrie bean to think the man had forg-otten
all about them. She stared at the steward, who
walked about keeping every tling in order, and
at the old gentleman who tried three eggs with-
out finding one boiled to suit him. and at the
young gentleman who looked at his fish and
coffee through his eye-glass; and began to be
very hungry indie, when( a party came in aid
look the empty seats opposite t ttheirs.
The young lady shi nIoticed first. She was
so slight and delicate, with suchl a sweet, sweet
face, only pale as marble-showing that she






M1AIiM. A ,TART.


was not well, and after a little she (conughed. and
Carrie looked very sorrowful, for she thought it
wa. vtery young\ to be so ill as her fthler was,
anld sIIti'e so lliuchi. The voung lady Iaw the
little girl's carnecst i(ok., aind smiled kindly, but
.-ihe did not qeak to her. tfr they were stran-
'ler~.. Ifr voice e was va. sweet as her i'aCI when
she ,pokc to hler mllther, ia lady nlliclh older
tlhil ('l rrie's ]i niiiaiii andi a pleasant-looking
person too. The gentleiian was very quiet; he
ordered breakfast as Mr. Abbot had done, but
without consulting any one, in a quick, busi-
ne's-like way. and ihe cat it when it came, after
the same fashion.
Meantime Carrio stole glances now and then
at the young lady, over her own butler and
roll., which finally d;l arrive; and noticed
what deep blue eyes .-he had, and how softly
the fair hair around her white torchead curled
in lit tle rings like a baby's. Carrie longed to
know her, and wondered why her papa did not
speak to them when they all sat so near togeth-
ru, and it would not have seemed so stiff.
retore Mr. Abbot was quite through, a card
was brotl.ught to himn, :and when they left the
table they went to Ilie drawing'-rooml to see the
gentleman who had called. Mr. Spofford was
the name on the card, and lie was an old friend








Of mI' Ziaia, X l 1(J, lO 11:l hIWll writ til ti iI;:ihjit
tile "Sea Bird'" t ie~ ait I hm

d1(d I Iw' 1 1 I ih irt 1, 114 11io


huight soth, w ith luihiiig tI o ha:it ti' ;2r
eyei~s and eali,, while the\ talkedi.
T1i0IVIs itii dO it n(gloat Illiill) J(lqiinck_
ah Iilt her papa's ii illne-s, 1itil( sii(l ] e was do-
lighitell to sec Idin lookimlo oi) mchl 1 leittr hamia
lie a l Ifouuind at aAt aecunt~. anlidI then le said

Ili it~op Vyt ar~e 1ut 'wt ;en this AWe~t India
trip, Abbowt."
"Yes, 84 Oil it. f 1(1]) it is tile onhly placu."
"Ihliw would Hlavania Suit voll
Too bo a11(4 Ii tooi IhNsIlioiabl l."
'.Ae]], perhaps, it i-.. Wo 'New Yorker'-
make I ie(, tripi abou 111ts 10' e larly v lb a Saratoga
iaulit ofi late ; but I lIan'.- Nasai.-.a.
''11111115 triedl it. Y om rn moiii] r Everett
Harris ? fle writesi his wife that it tl,.;l bc Very
desira]blie, b uit the( accommodations are wretched

There's soimuthllt wonl~c still the mnattei'
with St. rfhonmas'. 'Mr. Spou-ffordi loolilel as if
hie knew lie was~ -oili to -ive 2Lis- hriijitd a di>-


1.M 1l.VIi .-\ A 'IAI!.






MAKING A STA1uT.


appointment, and wanted it over with. "If
you wait for direct communication lor Santa
Cruz, you i imay be kept here till March, and
yellow Ievr is ranging at St. Thomas."
"Are you sure and Carrie, looking up
into her father's face, saw that it was black
ciienouhl !
Too sure. You will lind it in the Herald
this morning, and our letters from Horne and
Tillinghast speak of it. In fact, poor Horne
is dead-died of the fever on the 15th, and
his wife two days before."
There was nothing to be said against such
plain evidence. Carrie's mind was divided. It
would be rather muiotilfying to post back to
Boston after all these leavetaking.s, but then
that dreadful voyage was over with and she
watchled her papa eacerl,.l
"All my plans are upset; I don't know
what to do You haven't taken my passage "
"No; fortunately I received the news in
the nick of time, just on the point of sending
round. All! Mrs. Dincan, I am delighted to
see you. I [ow d've do, I inean ? Miss Crace,
my friend, Mr. Abbot. I was just goinl to in-
quire for you. Miy friend Abbot is bound a
your Crranld.o
And who should Mrs. Duncan be but the






MAKING( A START.


lady Carrie had already noticed; they were
just coming in from the breaklast-room, when
Mr. Spofford spied them, and so with a little
bustle the party were soon seated together, and
talking about climate and pulmonary com-
plaints," and the whole subject that interested
them all so much.
Mr. and Mrs. Duncan were on their way
South, and they both very kindly urged Mr.
Abbot to take passage in the steamer, that
sailed that afternoon. Their own plans were
not exactly decided. They were going to Sa-
vannah first, however.
While Mr. Abbot and the rest were eager-
ly talking the matter over, Carrie found herself
nestled into tle corner of the sofa, next to Miss
Grace, and getting quite at home with her.
She was gh.:d the young lady's name was
Grace, it seemed to suit her so nicely. She had
come from Albany the day before, and her
father was going down to engage their state-
rooms at once.
"h Oi! don't you wish we were going too ?
Mannna would be so glad," said Carrie.
And mamma was made glad, for the even-
ing's mail carried her a letter full of unex-
pected but happy news ; that the West India
plan was given up altogether, and instead of
4*






MAKING A START.


having a letter once, or at most twice a month
from the travellers, she should hear two or
three times a week.
Many reasons decided IMr; Abbot to take
his friend's -,.i-. -;..., and go to a Southern
State. lie was not one who believed much in
the watchfulness of our Heavenly Father over
every event of our lives; but hie could not help
seeing how fortunate it was that the news fropm
the Islands had arrived just in time to prevent
him from exposing his own life and Carrie's to
their dreadful fever of the tropics, where he had
been so bent upon going. With a sick man's
feverish longing lie had pictured the blue, un-
clouded skies--tle soft delicious air-the cool-
ing fruits, till his heart was set upon it. But
more than that, lie remembered what his wife
had said the night before coming home, when
lie had exclaimed so rashly, that lie would go if
lie died for it.
Your terrible will "-It sounded in his
ears, when Mr. Spofford told him of the great
danger lie had so nearly encountered, and made
hiiii see how much it had to do with his resolve
to go to the West Indies, and nowhere else,
when the plan was opposed by others; and it
made him more willing to be guided by the ad-
vice of his friend at the moment.






MAKI N6( A START.


Perhaps you had better go down town at
once with me," [Mr. Duncan said, when, mnclh
to Carrie's joy, he had concluded to try Sav an-
nah at all events. We are late in the day as
it is, and may have to wait mitil AVednesday's
steamer."
So it was decided, and Mrs. DI.ncan kindly
offered to take Carrie with them to pass tlh
morning.
Mrs. Duncan was obliged to go out, and
n make a few last purchases. She thought Carrie
would like to go into one of the stores with her
perhaps, as it was in the same 1;1.l1!_'. and
there was no danger that lihtedaughter would
take cold. That was an odd way of shopping,
for they did not even have to go out upon the
pavement, but through the office of the lotel
into a long saloon, filled with all manner of
;pretty things, and then another, and another,
all one store though, with any thing that ladies
and children could want. Carrie aIdmired every
thing ; the rich furs, the pretty clothes for ba-
bies, and above all, the wax figures in glass
cases, dressed so prettily that they looked like
real little girls and boys shut up there. Mrs.
Duncan went out upon the street when she had
selected the things she was in search of, and
Grace led Carrie back to the drawing-room,






MAKING A START.


where they sat by the windows and watched
the curious throng in Broadway, until her
return.
Iler pal 'a came soon after, and reported
that they were to go at three o'clock, and Mr.
I)uncan sent word to have every thing pre-
pared.
Mr. ALbot was not iond of strangers usual-
ly, and sicne his illness, had grown more re-
served and silent than ever. But the morning's
informal introduction, and a mutual topic of
interest, had proved fortunate for Carrie's sake.
In selecting state-rooms, about which there was
some little trouble, it was thought best that
Carrie should be placed with Miss Duncan,
while Mr. Abbot's berth was in the one ad-
joining.
lie told the ladies of this, and hoped that
his little daughter would not give Miss Grace
any trouble, before they left the parlor, and
Carrie's little brain was quite in a whirl, as she
jumped up stairs, Ihlding her father's hand.
So mu11ch had happened since they came down
to breakfast; and she was in raptures about
Miss D)unean, and only wished her mother
could know her.
















CHAPTER VII.


OUT AT SEA.

Tin: Augusta wns not at all what Carrie
had imagined, for she had been tiakein tI see one
of the large steamboats that carry passengers
on Long Island Sound, when her mother paid a
visit to Fall River ; and she thought an ocean
steamer must be twice as grand. But when
they had made their way down the crowded
pier, past the orange-women and the news-hbos,
and the hack-drivers, and Mr. Ablbt had held
her hand crossing the plank, she found herself
stepping over a narrow, dirty deck, into a little
saloon, with only a single row of seats, coveredd
with brown Holland, and looking very dingy
after the elegance of the St. Nicholas.
There was a great crowd of people coming
and going, it did not seem possible that the ship
could carry them all; and it was some time be-






OUT AT SEA.


fore they discovered Mrs. Duncan and Miss
Grace, who welcomed the little girl, and made
room for her by them.
It was occupation enough to watch the peo-
ple. Almst evcry passengerr had two or three
friends to see them oil, and they talked so loud,
and about their 1lans so freely, that Mizs Grace
said if they had been curious, they might have
known everybody's name, and everybody's
afhir s.
Now and then tie captain, who was a stout,
red-faced man, just as a sea-captain ought to
be, but seldom is, would say, Look out for
your pockets, gentlemen ; recollect you arc in
New York ; we import all our rascals, gentle-
men, and they arc dressed as well as you or

Which Carrie thought was very unpleasant,
and she ,hoped no one would take her father for
one of tlemn.
Would yon like to go down and sec your
berth," Miss Grace asked, while your papa
is busy talking to Mr. Slpofford You will want
to go out on deck presently."
So they slid down the brass-bound stairs, and
found the mahogany door, which opened into a
tiny passage-way just large enough for one per-
son to go through. There was an inner door,






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with blinds on each side, opening into state-
rooms. ()ine of tlim already held Mis race'ss
earpet-bag. The other Mr. Abbot was to have.
quite alone, as afterwards happened, for the gen-
tleman who would have shared it lbund himself
detained at the last Imoment.
Carrie wished there had been more light;
only one little round hole of a window, up ever
so high, and shut by a thick glass. There were
two other things that did not look very pleas-
ant. A queer little tiln box hung by Ia hook to
each berth, and a life preserver on the shelf at
the foot of it. They looked to her as if the cap-
tain expected to be shipwrecked, or have every-
body very sick at all events.
It w-as just the same in her father's state-
room, and there she found the great earpet-bag
packed for their stay in New York. and so all
ready for this short -voage.
Carrie saw Miss Grace busy with hers when
she went back again across the ])lage. She
had laid out her dressing-gown and niight-dress,
and slippers.
Are you very tired, Miss Grace '' the
little girl asked anxiously. "Are you any
worse ? do you mean to go right to bed ? "
"Not just now, dear, but I know what the
voyage is, and just how sick I may be two






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hours from now; so I put every thing where I
can get at it. Are you sea-sick? "
Oh dear! I expect so. I always have a
headache on the water. This near view of an
unpleasant prospect was decidedly disagreeable.
Then you had better take an old traveller's
experience, and have every thing in readiness.
We can turn the key, so that they will be safe."
Carrie thought it would be much nicer up
stairs, than in this little dark closet, diving
down in the carpet-bag for her night-clothes,
that could not be found for a great while. She
fished up her tlh.l.r's slippers first, and then
his little dressing case, and so she thought he
might like to have things convenient too.
MI-. Grace agreed with her, and waited
while Carrie placed all that she could think of
for her father's comfort, in the lower berth.
She forgot some very essential things, it is true,
but it was a beginning of thoughtfulness ; and
she went away quite pleased and happy.
The crowd had thinned out by this time, and
Mr. Abbot was waiting to take Carrie on deck,
and show her New York Harbor. There was a
very large French steamer lying near them, the
smoke-stack, as her father called the chimney,
crusted with ice, and it showed what storms
she had met; the spray dashing up so high,






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and freezing as it fell. The slip or dock in
which the Augusta n a. was filled with floating
ice, and therre .e rum illlliing,. heaped,, da;-
gerous-lookini Igmasses ot ice, way down the
harbor.
Tihe .-hore line w ani gI:y ;rd white. .--llwi,ig
that everYv tiing was covered with s-now-a
dreary,drary, eary prospect. Mrr. Allit shli\-clred,
and wrapped himself up in his shawl ; and
Carric's cars felt as if Illit' were fruzen when
the wind whistled past them as 1they moved
down the hay. She was very glad to get into
the most shelteredl corner, close to thle whee.l-
house, nd11 though that helped her cars, her feet
1)eCan to 1be like lumlps of stonll. Her papa was
very kind, and pointed out all lihe ltio._ht she
would like to see; Castle Garden, and Lhe great
forest of shipping stretchin.i. round the citv.
Governor'ls Island, where Fort Colmnlunis look-
ed like a Ihollow shell with its empty port-holes;
and further down an island with a large hotel,
the ground one sheet ,of snow, and the white
hotel like a huge candy ornament oin :i p lunm-
cake, ('Carrie's favorite simile.
She saw a large -hlip ieinig towel out 1to :a,
with hare imasts and :a black 1u1ll; dismiial
enough it looked. Her father made it out to
be a Liverpool packet, by the black ball, on a





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white rn, ho! l -tranie to think that ship
was really on its way to Engl'and It pinnged
ani'-rily through the water, as if it didI niot like
to I' ihltlchlted to l1t e poor little 'tea tllllllig pl '-
ini away litlngsidie, :and flt l'hw llie little 11iot
1ai, it, nio lirgr th1! a yacht, .-kininid i ii : fiar
loielo c it.
T'l'rT were ii:n,1v J'l|> Oile on ild'k, .mIlie oft
them old sailors, who did not mind what began
to 1ie a v\ry uncoiiifiiOrtabllc pitchiinl in ot ion ; but
walkei I up and down hri-~kly, to keep themselves
warmi. ('arrie did 11t want to eompillain: but
sli-e N.-' lhitterlv cohl, and liher head felt .-tran.ely
heavy, :umi she could not look long at tlhe water.
It was .a ,'creat relief when her father discovered
how white her little face was growing, igand pro-
po.ed that she should go down stairs; blit when
Iihe staod uil,. and tried to walk, the deck seemed
sliiplin, tfron under hIer, and she s.erchly knew
how s,lie .ot down thi stairs and into lier state-
rooili.
It was so dark that .-ie could scarcely sec a
single 1olject. Miss (;race made her sit down
on: tle flool, and lean against the side of the
coichli to undress; for by this time thlem nolioln
wns verVy great, and while one moment thle little
port-hole wars lifted way in the ail', and gave
quite a glimpse of light, the next it settled






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down, down, and the green waves dalled up
over it, as it they should never rise again.
Carrie was thankful enough that ,-he had
nothing to d)o bt rli aclt up1 her hand, rand take
her niIghtl-c'lothe fro he r m l lnge, in.'te:d of
being on her knee in her father's stale-room ti
lunt tlhiei out, sick :ts she felt at that moment.
She mIanaged to climb upi to her berth, but nlu
sooner was her head laid down on the hard
pillow, than shte was up again, and sliding out
what the tin basins were for.
For two miserable hours lie scarcely thlo ght
of her papa, or wondered if he was suffering,
and when she beg;ai to feel more quiet, she
dropped. into a little sleep. It could not have
lasted Ilm--she heard the steward setting the
supper table, when she opened her eyes, and
there was :n hanip in one corner of the state-ronm.
She wondered hlow people ever wanted any
thing to eat. But where was her papa? sie
had promised to take care of him and this was
not doing it.
Sitting in your comfortable chair at home,
you can have no idea how hard it was, feeling
weak rand dizzy as Carrio did, and so cold, too,
to climb down from tihe upper berth, and, hold-
ing fst to the under one, and then to lhe door,
or any lhing she could etelh to hold her up,






OUT AT SEA.


to get across the passage into her father's state-
room.
There he was lying uncovered, with his
dressing gown on, and certainly needing some
one to make him (0comlfortable.
In the many voylge- s lie had made, Mr. Ab-
hot had never experienced severe sea-sickness
before, and had not even looked for it. So
when he found himself forced to acknowledge
its illn,. i, .., he fought against it till he was
perfectly helpless for a time. It was thus
Carrie found him; and though it was very
hard work to keep on her feet, she mana-ged to
get hint the clean handkerchief he asked for,
and to spread his shawl and a blanket over him,
feeling happy all the time that lie had found
his dressing gown and silppers laid ready.
Thank yon, dear; there that will do ; I am
glad you are not sick."
Sick she certainly was ; it was all she could
do to creep back to her own quarters; but when
the paroxysm had passed, she felt more tlian
rewarded. But for her father, slie would not
have thought she could have lifted her head.
If she had gone to sea will her mamima, or Inurse,
or tany one to take care of her, she would have
done nothing but moan and groan, as many of
herfellow-passengers were doing at that moment.






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Indeed the poor stewardess s~earcely knew
lhich \way to rlun. s Io mal:iv ere (O lli:l o1ii her
at once. Mr. ALbot mnig'ht have Ic.nl co!d anul
I .ii. I. l i.. l l lim e.'. O h si w ll de.-s !
,'it' youm et me .omelhin' to ta]eh." Oh!
oh! what shall I do, h,! )oh! "(1 I .-hall
(lie! oh my head will hliir't.! (! wlnri'ss the
stewardetss souiinded dololl'hll o from i l e siatle-
rooins, iup stairs and (dwn stairs.
Strangely enough Miss Grcace did lint suI'fer.
She had heecn to tea when Carrie weilt to her
papa, and caine back again presenitly t4)o go to
bed. No mother, not even Carrie's ,wnii dear
inatunia, could have been kinder than she was to
tlhe little girl. Miss (race had left a sister,
Carrie's agto, at home ; and the child';s Iflectiuon
and thliighitfulnss for her papa. her lomnl v sit-
uation, with no, mother to look after her, lhad
made Miss Grace feel very tenderly to her.
It was not until Miss Grace had laid down,
that Carri' understood how ill she really was.
All that day, she hadl not heard her comiplaidin
once; lher mother vwas ,stantly watching every
look or movement. 1ult (race always ,aid '.-bhe
was very cointlortal Ie,"-- doing very nicelyv.'
Carrie legani to think there was not linulh the
matter after all, or she would complaiii more,
or ie fretful at least.







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Tut now. no sooner had l -he laid her head
on the pillow, than an irritating wearing enough
came on, that kept her changing hI(r po ,ition,
and moving about, unilil Carric expected every
momeniit to hear some impatient or f'reltl word.
iBut no; when Mrs.. I)iw:iI. liearinl tlle sound.
came in aunxiouislv. :and ,pro0os5ed all kinds of
remedies, she only said, ** I lam doing very well,
please don't Ihe worried, llnnnia."'
"I ant sorrI to di-tii'b you so, dear,-won't
you try\" and not minndinie. and go to sleep?"
shle said presently, reaching up her thin white
hand to search for ('arric'.
"Oh! I'mn so sorry lor you. How bad the
cong'l is, worse than papa's," said Carrie, glad
to express the sympn)at hy that had been acc-
niulating -o l]oig. lie conghs (dre:adulll in
the Imiornii., lbut very little after lie goes to
bed; and .-leep rests him so nicelv."
Sleep is one of the sweetest blessings our
Father gives us," Miss Girace said, as one who
had learned it. But we take it as a matter of
course, till we find how precious it is."
Then the cough came back, and C(arrie,
afraid I lbringing it on, did not like It speak
again ; but she hlud quile enough to think
about. Did God really send sleep to people?
Such an every-day matter as sleep ? and it was




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