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

Group Title: Neglected spelling-lesson
Title: The Neglected spelling-lesson
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Title: The Neglected spelling-lesson
Physical Description: 98 p., 3 leaves of plates : ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
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Publication Date: c1871
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Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Half Title
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Chapter I
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Chapter II
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Chapter III
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
    Chapter IV
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
    Chapter V
        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
    Chapter VI
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
    Chapter VII
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Chapter VIII
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Chapter IX
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
    Chapter X
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
    Chapter XI
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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" : AMiMA! said a little blue-
ieyed girl, whose flushed
S face and excited manner as
she burst open the door of the cosy,
sunshiny sitting-room where her mother
sat, rather startled that lady. "Mam-
ma, here is a note from Miss Carrol,
and it is about me, mamma, and she
said I was to not forget, and give it
right away."


Mrs. Norman, who had laid aside
her writing when the child entered,
now took the rather rumpled note
from her little daughter's hand, say-
ing, as she opened it, "Well, my
,,ili t-n.-, how did you get along with
your lessons to-day ?" And drawing the
little girl to her, she kissed her hot
cheek, and smoothed back from her
forehead her tangled curls.
"Oh! I hate school, mamma, and
M[i-. Carrol is real cross, not nice a bit,
all the girls say so too; and she gives
me such hard, hateful lessons; I am
sure I can never learn them, and I
don't mean to try. May I have my big
doll, mamma?"
This burst of indignant exclamations
rather surprised Mrs. Norman, who had


opened and glanced at the note, with-
out fully understanding what the mat-
ter was with her little daughter; for
until now she had been delighted with
everything in the school, to which she
had recently sent her.
Such lovely desks! such wonderful
maps! such a sweet teacher! such a
delightful set of girls and oh, such fun
at recess!" While, as for the lessons,
why they were almost too easy for her.
To all these, and many similar remarks,
Mrs. Norman listened every day, and
often at night, when she sat beside her
little daughter's bed, after she had
prayed her evening prayer, and thought'
over and asked forgiveness for the many
naughty things which she had said and
done through the day: for it was Mrs.


Norman's practice to inquire into her
child's temptations and trials, that so
she might the better guide her to Him
who, once a little child Himself, knows
and values the loving, willing obedience
of such little ones.
It generally happened that the clouds
which hung over the spirits of Amy
during her days of childish sorrow and
disobedience-for she was not a 1",: I :t
little girl-if not forgotten before night,
in some romping game with Uncle Jack,
or Fred, her big brother, would then
be scattered, sometimes with a gentle
shower of tears, and sometimes more
The little heart quite forgot its griefs
in the satisfaction of having told all,
and in the assurance that she was


blessed with a mother's and a Saviour's
So much excitement about school
rather surprised Mrs. Norman, but in a
moment more, having read the follow-
ing note, the matter was made quite
SCHooL-nooM, Friday.
"I regret being obliged to report,
so soon, the extreme idleness of your
daughter Amy. She neglects her studies
constantly, particularly her spelling-les-
sons, which she has not known for a week
past. The page recited by her class in
review to-day, I require of Amy on
M.iy,. If not perfectly recited, I
shall be obliged to place her in the
lowest class.


"Hoping she may be spared this dis-
grace, I remain very
Respectfully yours,

So Amy's mother knew now why
the "sweet teacher," and "the easy
lessons," &c. had become so suddenly
"hateful." But she was a wise mother,
and seeing the excitement of her little
daughter, and knowing she was tired
with a long day in school, she for-
bore making any comments then, only
saying in reply to Amy's question,
-"May I have my doll, mamma?"
"Yes, my child, you may, and take her
* with you for a walk. I have almost
finished this letter to papa, and you can
.carry it to the office and buy a stamp


be very careful in putting it on, Amy,
and dry it so that it does not get rubbed
off. After that, you may go and see
grandma. I am going there after tea,
myself, so if it is quite convenient you
may stay and make a visit. To-morrow,
when you are rested and quiet, you
can learn this page more easily.
"I am very sorry you are not a
faithful child,-but go now, and ask
Susan to dress you and smooth out
these flyaway curls; and get your face
With such a delightful prospect in
store as a visit to her dear grandma,
Amy's spirits rose rapidly, and you
would have seen a wonderful change
for the better, in the countenance which
a few moments before had looked dis-


mal enough. She threw her arms
around her mother's neck, exclaiming-
"Oh, you '.nliZng mamma, how good
you are i" and skipped gayly off in search
of Susan, who was to prepare her for
her visit.
It was not long .'.':'ic:. she presented
herself again to her mother, who had
now finished the letter, and was folding
it to fit the funny looking pink-lined
envelope which lay all ready directed
to her father, who was then in London.
Amy felt her own consequence in
being entrusted with such an important
letter, which was to go over the great
broad Atlantic Ocean, of the size of
which she knew :.ii:, both from
the school-maps, and from gazing upon
its vastness as she stood upon its shore.


For Amy had been the summer before
to Island with her mother. She
quite forgot now, in her excitement
and i.j'ul.lin over the letter, that
she was the same Amy Norman who
had so recently been in disgrace with
her schoolmates. She forgot, too, the
kindly admonitions of Miss Carrol, who
had pointed out her faults, while she
pitied Amy for all her trouble.
So she tripped merrily off with
Amanda, and felt no fear of not learn-
ing very quickly" the horrid spell-
ing lesson."


VISIT to grandma's was al-
S;1 ways most delightful to Amy.
To-day coining so soon after
the miserable failures of the past, it
was a treat in prospect, the anticipation
of which added life to her eye, and
quickness to her step.
I think, had you seen her trudging
swiftly over the crisp snow, while she
held Amanda clasped closely in those
small motherly arms, you would have
laughed at the picture of matronly pride
she presented. She felt, one could see,
taller by far, since she had had the letter


and money intrusted to her. Had you
seen the miserly way in which those
twelve cents were guarded, until she
could have the stamp in their place,
you would not have recognized her at
once for the same Amy Norman, or sup-
posed for a moment that there was a
cloud on her spirits, or any trouble on
her conscience.
But as I knew her very well, I can
tell you that her sky was not all blue
and cloudless. She knew all this was
but a respite, and that her mother, while
very kind, was also very just; and that
Miss Carrol's note, of which little had
been said, was a dreadful witness against
her. She thought, too, perhaps that
very precious letter, which she felt from
time to time in her pocket, to be sure it


was quite safe, might contain the sad
story to papa, which I have just been
telling you. That indeed would be
dreadful; for had not her papa given
her a special charge "to be a faithful
little girl at school;" and to learn just
as much as she could, before he returned
in April"? Yes, it was quite true, and
if mamma had told him, she knew he
would feel badly indeed.
It was too late now to run back home,
and beg her mother to scratch it all out,
for the mail for New York closed very
soon, and this letter must go with it, so
as to be in time for the steamer for
Liverpool, which would sail to-morrow.
Full of these sobering thoughts, Amy
reached the post-office, and finding a
comfortable place for Amanda, she pro-


ceeded to take out the money to buy the
stamp. It seemed as if the man behind
the glass window never would take any
notice of her, or her small hand stretched
up with the money ; so many ladies and
big men crowded around, and she was
almost tired, and a little out of patience
too, for," was not papa's letter, which
was to sail over the great ocean, of more
consequence than the common yellow
envelopes and newspapers which were
continually passing over her head?"
She thought so, and by-and-by it ap-
peared that some one else did too; for
a kind voice sounded pleasantly, a great
way up above her, and a smiling old
gentleman, who had been observing
Amy's troubled little face for a minute
or two, spoke up quite loud, -''i,


" Come, come, my good man, can't you
spare time to attend to this little miss
here ?"
Amy felt real glad," that in the busy
office she had found a friend, and she
turned and looked up smilingly, :: in..,
"Thank you, sir-it is for papa, and I
am afraid it will be too late. It's to go
to New York."
The gentleman, who was not too old
to forget his childhood, and saw how
real Amy's trouble was, took the letter
and the twelve cents from her hand,
and i -;-'. "Give me a Liverpool
stamp, will you?" soon gained the atten-
tion which Amy's little timid voice had
failed to elicit.
The stamp, quite "a beauty," in
Amy's eyes, was now in her hand,


though for a second she feared the kind
friend who had obtained it was going
to put it on the letter himself, and in
the wrong place, too.
But the old gentleman knew well the
child's anxiety, and saw how eager those
little nervous fingers were, as she placed
the stamp carefully on the upper right-
hand corner of the letter, as mamma
had said. Then the gentleman pointed
out to Amy the little opening into which
she was to slip her letter; and taking
out his watch, he said, very kindly,
There is plenty of time, my dear;
your letter will not go for half an
Amy thanked the old gentleman for
"helping her so much," and then bid-
ding him good-bye," she took Amanda


from her retired corner, and proceeded
rapidly on her way.
But it was not to be all sunshine for
her that afternoon, even though she had
in prospect the pleasure of a visit to
grandma. Just as she turned the cor-
ner from the post-office, whom should
she see but Emma Brown,- one of the
older school-girls, who had seen and
laughed at her miserable failures in the
Emma felt particularly pleased with
herself that day, for she had gained
much credit for her last composition.
But it did not make her feel any com-
passion for the disgrace of the little girl,
whom she saw quite a long time before
she was near enough to speak.
She came up to Amy with a con-


Lemptuous smile, on a face that was
naturally pretty ; and you could see that
she intended to torment as much as
possible the helpless child.
Amy's first impulse was to run away,
as EI!..,, cried out, So, Miss Dunce,
you are out enjoying the air with your
baby, are you? Well, she is good com-
pany for you. People like you should
be sent into the nursery; or kept on
bread and water until they can spell
' grieve,' 'receive,' and the rest of them.
Come now, Amy Norman, spell your
lesson to me. I am ashamed of you;
you can't spell 'deceive,' or 'receive,'
or 'conceit;' you are only fit to begin
now in the baby class, to learn
cat, bat, rat;
or perhaps you would like better


pin, sin, tin.
Yes, I shall expect on Monday to hear
Miss Carrol call you up with the pri-
mary class. You know Miss Carrol
never breaks her word, so I wish you
joy, and a pleasant walk with your doll."
So -.:,ii... Emma marched off, while
Amy stood looking after her, too indig-
nant to speak, and too angry to cry.
The pleasure she had promised herself
in visiting grandma and having fun with
" Uncle Jack," was fast losing power to
silence the voice of conscience. She
knew that Eliimat. was only one of the
many who would despise her, and call
her a dunce; so it was with slow and
reluctant steps she advanced to the door
of grandma's house, and it was with
some hesitation she rang the bell.


.' 'RIDGET was a long time
', coming. Amy had almost
Made up her mind to run home
again, without w:'i;ln;i.. Perhaps she
could learn her lesson before tea-time;
-in any case she would have the. com-
fort of telling her trouble to. mamma.
Suddenly she turned, and the door stood
open, and she saw ,-r,,.- her the smiling
face of her dear grandma.
She had a warm welcome from her,
and quite forgot the plan of ret-Jin-;,
home, in the real comfort of being with
one so dearly loved ; and the sting from


the late unkindness of Erin.'.. sharp
tongue, was for the time forgotten too.
Mrs. Morris was dressed for a walk,
and had intended, she told her little
gr;.ldl.1Ijl(i..' r, to go for her and take
her with her shopping; so her coming
at that time was very opportune, they
both thought.
As Amy stepped gayly lwg. she re-
lated all the wonderful events of the
past few days. How Fred, her big
brother, had beaten Ben Williams in a
skating race; how mamma had finished
reading "Henry and Bessie" aloud;
how she had put a letter in the office for
papa, and paid for it, and how many
times the kitten had caught a mouse;
and that last night, Fred had "Dick
Benson to supper, and they had such


nice apple-fi-tt-i.' andlots of fun, and
played games.
The first shop was reached before
Amy had half-finished ..1lk i. but she
quite omitted saying anything about
school, which not being a pleasant topic
just now, she thought best to avoid.
After they had been in several shops,
and Mi -. IM.,i i had at length found
the article for which she was -.- ',:lih ,
she said :
And now, Amy, since you are out
with me, I will see if I can find in this
store to which we are coming, any
paint-box handsome enough to give to
a dear little girl I know; one whom I
love very much, and who is trying to
live as Jesus teaches."
Amy's heart beat very quickly, and


she grew very hot all at once, for she
was almost sure it was herself grandma
meant. She began to say, But, grand-
ma, I don't,"-when a lady stepped up
who seemed so glad to see Mrs. M3. Ii-,
and had so much to say as they walked
rapidly to the end of the store together,
that Amy had no opportunity to finish
her sentence.
Just as she was mounting on one of
the high stools, and was gazing with
delight at all the beautiful things around,
this lady, whom grandma called Cou-
sin Kate," seemed to see Amy for the
first time; and then she kissed her
affectionately, and remarked how won-
derfully she was like Ellen; and she
had so many questions to ask about
home, and papa, and mamma, whom


she called "M.lii,-et," that Amy had
not a moment's chance to say anything.
She knew that her idleness and bad
behavior rendered her wholly undeserv-
ing any reward, and knew also that Mrs.
Morris would never pass over her faults
as trifling.
The clerk showed them many beauti-
ful things besides paint-boxes.
Amy began to think perhaps it was
not for her, after'all,-very likely not.
She concluded it was for one of her
cousins, who lived in Boston. They
were older than Amy, and grandma
was very fond of them. Then she
thought, "how nice it would be, if she
could have one ;" when she was sum-
moned from these reflections and the
examination of a set of ninepins, the


loveliest she ever saw;" by these
"Now, Amy dear, choose which you
would have of these boxes if I were
going to give one to you."
It was a work of some time, for what
could be prettier than the soft green
color of one, and then the red was so
sweet, and the brown and gold she
thought would light up so well, and the
mouse color and blue was "too pretty
for anything ;" so while the two ladies
talked, she feasted her eyes, and at last
concluded the blue and mouse color
was "the loveliest -of all;" but she
must not let her grandma pay for it,
until she had said, If it is for me, I am
not good now."-Yes, she would say
this ; so stepping to where the clerk had


carried it to be wrapped up, she was
about to say wait,"-when he handed
her the package, nicely tied up, saying,
' For you, miss, I suppose," and walked
The two ladies looked very smiling
as she approached them, and poor Amy
felt now really ashamed and more un-
happy than ever; for here she was car-
rying a long-coveted gift, at the same
time feeling that if really intended for
her, she ought not to keep it, and if for
one of her cousins, she could not be quite
pleased. Had she not the had great-
est desire to possess one of these boxes,
and why should she have to choose one
for Mary or Lucy ? But she could not
say what she wished, for it was not a
good time, and besides, she meant to


be "real good ;" and when to-morrow's
trials were over, and she had conquered
the hard page of spelling, and had re-
ceived mamma's forgiveness; and on
l.ii.ly, when she said her lesson to
Miss Carrol, and all the girls heard her
say, Very well, Amy," then, surely
she would deserve the box. So, after
all, her carrying it to grandma's, and
perhaps to her own home, and having
it for her "very own," was not any
more than right.

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S- MY resolved, as she joined the
S two ladies, grandma and Cou-
."$-' sin Kate, that if the box was
to be sent away;' and never intended
for her, she would try and hide her dis-
appointment, and perhaps, in time, she
might earn one. So you see her mind
was not clear, or her troubles over.
Cousin Kate, who was to remain for
a few days only in the town where Amy
and her friends lived, had many amus-
ing and interesting things to relate of
her western life.
' When grandma went up-stairs to see


about having a room made ready for
her, and the child was left alone with
her new friend, she felt so strongly the
gentle attraction of her winning man-
ner, that she wanted to unburden her
heart; for she was sure she could
understand her, and perhaps help her
to settle what was right to do.
It was a good thought, and if it had
been carried out, very likely would
have lightened the burden; for we know
that sympathy helps us all in bearing
heavier trials than these of Amy's; and
that, lacking that, we are poor indeed.
It was a good thought, but it was
not acted upon soon enough. So when
Bridget came in, and said M r-. Morris
would like the lady to come up-stairs,
there was lost to Amy a golden oppor-


tunity of doing right, which did not
come again that night.
After Cousin Kate had gone, Amy
made a visit to the kitchen, where Mary
Ann and Bridget were busy with iron-
ing. It was as great a treat to them
as to Amy, to have her visit them, for
the house, with only grandma, and
grandpa, and Uncle .Jack, was almost
too quiet, they thought. So when the
little girl appeared, it was a very pleas-
ant change, and they never wearied of
answering her innumerable questions,
and indulging her taste for learning all
their ways of making molasses-candy
and gingerbread; which delicacies
always accompanied a tea visit from
She frequently ironed on these occa-


sions, and sometimes Amanda .would
appear, just before going-home-time,"
in an entirely clean suit, which one of
the women had washed and ironed dur-
ing the visit.
But this afternoon even the kitchen
presented fewer attractions than usual,
so surely does a troubled mind poison
all our pleasures.
Amy's quick ears very soon detected
at the street-door the lively whistle of
her Uncle Jack, and she disappointed
her friends in the kitchen by her sud--
den flight, to meet him in the hall.
Now Uncle Jack was not a grave beard-
ed man, you understand, but a boy of
about fifteen, who was very full of all
sorts of boyish fun, and also very fond
of his only little niece, Amy.


Seeing him, therefore, was the signal
for banishing all the melancholy of the
day ; and Amy gave herself up to fun
and frolic, from that minute.
The light and color returned to Amy's
face long before supper-time. Then,
when seated in her usual place at table,
between grandpa and Uncle Jack, she
had a fine appetite for all that was
good, particularly the gingerbread.
Perhaps it would have appeared to
you, as it certainly did to her mother,
when she came in, that Amy was a
heedless child, and that she had soon
forgotten her disgrace at school. But
think, my little friend, as you read, or
listen, to this simple story of Amy's
temptations, have you never hushed the
soft whispers of your conscience, never


laughed off and tried to smother the
thought of some angry word, some sul-
len, ugly fA:li11i,. some disobedience, or,
at the least, unwilling obedience when
papa, or mamma, or teacher, or other
friend called upon you to yield your
wishes to theirs ?
Have you never felt an angry spirit
stirred within you, and a determination
seize you to have your own way?
Have you never turned from the right
way, when you had seen its straightness,
and its roughness, and rushed on, un-
heeding, intending some time to turn
back and do better,-but not now,-
to-morrow perhaps, or next week? If
you have ever thought and done all
.this,-and who among us, has not,-
you will, I hope, not be inclined to


blame Amy too much, for remember
she was only a little girl, scarcely ten
years old. Nor will you be altogether
surprised when I tell you she even
kissed her mother "good-night" when
she had said-not r :'%.-: -her prayers,
beside her knee, and been tucked in;
had looked sleepily into that dear loving
face bent over hers, and then shut her
eyes, and slept as soundly as if she had
not :'.,i.l in many duties that day ; and,
worst of all, acted deceitfully in accept-
ing a present she did not in the least
deserve. For I forgot to say, that she
took home the paint-box which grand-
ma gave her at Ip::i t. n ; and when she
said, "This, my dear, is for you, you
are the good little girl I love so well,"
she replied, "Th1iiik you, grandma,"


quite composedly; tli',ilki;g, "Well, I
will not use one paint, not even the
lovely blue, until I am a good child.
And grandma would feel so badly, she
need not know, it would only trouble
So you see the busy Tempter who
whispered in the beautiful Eden we
read of in the Bible, had been busy
with the little girl of whose history I
am relating a few chapters.
I hope that if any of you see any
likeness in it to some one you play with
often, and like very much; you will
also ask them, some day, when you are
quite alone, sitting under a tree with
your dolls, if they think they ever saw
any one like Amy Norman; and if they
should answer Yes, Mary,"-or Kitty,


or whatever the name may be-" Yes, I
think she is just like you,"-you must
promise me not to get angry, but try to
be so improved that in a short time they
will change their opinion and tell you it
was a mistake.



(,.IT is true, that when morning
came, and Amy awoke, with
Sthe bright sunshine streaming
in upon the wall-paper and the pretty
pictures, she felt a weight of care upon
her heart. At first she could not tell,
as she lay there so snug and com-
fortable, what was the matter with her.
She soon recollected all about it, how-
ever; for when her eyes were fairly
open, she saw the brown paper pack-
age lying right on the corner of the
bureau. It was lying beside her red-
covered Bible, with its .new white


markers hanging over the gilt leaves.
And she saw, too, the new boots, with
their rows of buttons, as fresh and
bright as ever. And the dress she had
worn the night before was lying over a
At first it seemed that a great while
ago something disagreeable had* hap-
,pened; but presently, as she sat up,
and looked around on all these familiar
things, the events of yesterday took a
clearer shape. And clearest of all was
the remembrance of the school troubles,
and the yet unlearned "spelling-les-
It was with a deep sigh, and very
slow motions, that Amy commenced the
business of dressing. She felt convinced,
the more she thought, and the wider


awake she became, that the paint-box
was not really hers. For in the bright
sunlight of the fresh new morning, she
saw herself in her true shape. She felt
sure, moreover, that her mother would
never consent to her accepting and
using a present which had been ob-
tained through a misunderstanding on
her grandmother's part of her real
Susan came in when Amy had just
arrived at this conclusion; and as she
was in great haste to get to her work,
the dressing business was soon dis-
Susan said that her mamma was at
the breakfast-table, and that prayers
were over, so that she was obliged to
make all the haste she could, and there-


fore had no time then for even a short
prayer by herself.
She saw, as she entered the bre -ifi It-
room, that her mother's face was grave
and she made no attempt to get the
usual morning kiss, but hastily seated
herself beside "Fred," who did not
think it too late to give his little sister
a gentle pinch, by way of welcoming
Mrs. Norman was deeply absorbed in
reading the newspaper, and paid little
attention to Amy, after seeing that she
was provided with a good though rather
cold breakfast.
The birds hanging in the sunny win
dow were gayly singing, and here every-
thing bore such a pleasant aspect, that
Amy's spirits rose, and she felt that


nothing could be very hard to do on
such a day, except studying.
When the table had been cleared and
they were left alone, Mrs. Norman
called Amy to her and said, How does
my little daughter feel to-day about her
neglected spelling-lesson?"
Mamma, I can soon learn it."
"Well, Amy, if so, I am surprised
and sorry that you should have given
Miss Carrol and yourself so much pain
and trouble."
"Oh, mamma, Miss Carrol can't care.
I don't see how it makes any difference
to her."
"Miss Carrol is a real friend to you,
my child, and it grieves her when by
disobedience or idleness you fail in
your school work, for it shows that you


are not trying to be a child of the
blessed Jesus. When he was little like
you, you remember, the Bible says,
' He was obedient in all things.'"
"Well, but mamma, He was God,
and it was not hard for Him, like it is
to me, to be good."
"True, He was God, my. child, but
He was also a little child, with all a
little child's cares, and trials, and temp-
tations, and He became so, in order
that none, not even the youngest, and
poorest, and most tried of His little
ones, might be discouraged; but, by
His help, all of them may be like unto
"I don't understand it, mamma."
"What is it you don't understand,
Amy ?"


"Why, how can all this make any
difference about my spelling-lesson ?"
When Jesus gives us some work to
do, should we not do it, Amy?"
But Jesus didn't give me this, did
He ?"
"Yes, Jesus directs all our lives, and
He' has used means to place you at this
school, where, if you are 'diligent in
business,' you are serving Him."
"Do you mean, mamma, that when
I learn well in school, Jesus is
pleased ?"
"Yes, it pleases Him when we do
with our might, any duty. And besides
this, Amy, we do not 'love our neighbor
as ourselves,' when we give trouble by
neglected duties.- You give Miss Carrol
trouble, and your mother, who is your


nearest neighbor, is grieved and. sad
that her little daughter should be
"Well, mamma, I am real sorry, and
I mean to do everything after this to
please you, and M.i Carrol, and Jesus.
And oh, mamma, there is another dear
darling neighbor, who has gone away,
you know! He will be sorry if I am
not a child that Jesus is pleased with,
wont he ?"
"Yes, indeed, Amy, papa cares about
everything that his little child does; and
when you improve, I always tell him all
about it."
"Did you "- Amy hesitated.
"Well, dear."
"Did you write all about my being
so :,i-jnty in that letter ?"


No, my child, I had rather tell papa
good things about his little daughter
than such an account as this, which I
know would make him feel very sorry."
"Would he cry?"
Perhaps not; but when people are
away from home, we should not give
them any bad news of our wrong doings
to cry about."
"Well, I am ever so glad, mamma,
you didn't write it. I thought once I
would run home from the post-office
and ask you to scratch it out of the
letter; but I was afraid I'd be too
Run and get your Bible now, dear,
and we will read awhile, and then you
can begin your lesson."
Amy flew up-stairs like a bird, though


she had no wings but her high spirits,
which seemed to carry her over all her
Very soon she returned with her
Bible, which, you remember, was on
her bureau, and curling herself up beside
her mother; on the sofa, they com-
menced ,,1,iTn.g, in turn, the twelfth
chapter of St. Matthew's Gospel. By-
and-by, they came to these words:
"And Jesus knew their thoughts."
Amy stopped suddenly, .-:.;'l ni!1n! ,
Does He now, mamma ?"
Yes, Amy-just the same as when
He read the thoughts of His disciples."
"Then, mamma, I am sure He can
never love me any more. I have had
such bad thoughts. I almost hated Miss
Carrol yesterday in school, and Emma


Brown too; and if this is true, why
Jesus can't love me any more."
And the remembrance filled Amy's
heart very full of sorrow, and she sunk
down sobbing on her mother's lap.
Mrs. Norman smoothed her hair softly
for a while, kissing her fondly, until the
first passion of tears had subsided; and
then drawing her. more closely to her,
she told her, in a few simple words, of
the greatness of that love which can
pardon all our sins, our failures, and our
wrong and wicked thoughts, and love
us still. She spoke so gently, and so
like one who knew, that Amy was
soothed, and in a little while became so
quiet, that she was able to tell the
whole history of the previous day, finish-
ing up with this remark :


"Now I have got you to tell me what
to do, I shall be all straight again."
Mrs. Norman smiled at her child's re-
lief, and confidence in her; but she
sighed, too, when she looked at her,
and thought how utterly weak and help-
less she was to guide her aright ; and
how many times in her short life she
had felt just as penitent as she did now,
and how soon she had forgotten the
resolves to do better, and gone heed-
lessly .on.
She took Amy's hand, and they knelt
down to seek the pardon and the grace
each needed so much; and when they
rose from their knees it seemed to the
impulsive child that she was already
more than half way through the day's
work, and that nothing could be hard


any more, with Jesus for her loving
Guide and Friend, and such a dear
mother ever at her side to point her to
Him when she went wrong.
Mrs. Norman advised Amy to turn her
attention first of all to her lesson; and
told her that until that was learned she
she would find no real happiness.
It was now nearly ten o'clock, and
promising to return in about two hours
to hear the lesson, she kissed her and
went up-stairs to attend to some of her
household duties. As she reached the
door, she stopped, saying: "Amy, if you
can say the lesson perfectly by twelve
o'clock, you may go with me' to see
grandma, and return the paint-box."


-.';XW then Amy was to be tested.
SShe had felt very strong in her
good resolutions, but trusted
too much in her own power. Having
confessed all that weighed upon her
conscience, and feeling sure that she
had been forgiven, she too soon forgot
that in herself she could do nothing, not
even so simple a thing as faithfully to
study for two hours.
Having found the book, and opened
to the place where her lesson was;-
and "it was funny," she thought, it
should open .right to it-she began to


study. Having learned about three
words, she concluded to count them all,
before beginning ; so she commenced,
" one, two, three, four, five, six-
eight-ten ;-and so on, until their
number astonished her so much, she
went back to the beginning, and began
Grief, chief, thief, fief, grieve, ag-
grieve-that makes six; and then on
the next row there are one, two, three,
four, five, six-six and six are-let me
see-six times one are six. No, that is
not it. Twice one are two-twice two
are four. Oh, I see! Twice six are
twelve. Well, that is twelve. Oh,
well, it takes too, long. I wonder
what time it is ?" So Amy got down
from her seat and began carefully


examining the clock, and after some
study concluded it was half-past ten
o'clock, and feeling rather ashamed at
her poor progress in her lesson, she
returned to work with some diligence.
Having at this second attempt mastered
the six words on the first column, she
began talking and chirping merrily to
the two pet canaries hanging in the
window on the opposite side of the
room; saying to herself, "I must rest
just a minute, I am so tired !V
Presently the clock struck, and Amy
counted one, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine,. ten, eleven. 0 my!
that's eleven o'clock! Well, never
mind, I'll work real hard now, and be
all done when mamma comes in; and
she will say, Well, my darling! You


have been very smart.' Won't that be
nice ?"
Just then Susan came in to hang the
birds out of the window, and the little
gray kitten, who was never allowed to
come into this room, sprang quickly in
after Susan, and hid under the sofa
where Amy had fixed her seat.
Of course Amy had to leave her les-
son to see Susan hang the cages outside
of the window; and then when they
were there, she had to lean out a min-
ute to chirp to Jacky," "just to see if
he would answer." He did, and came
up to the top perch and turned his head
on one side, as birds often do, and
began to sing;-it was too sweet for
anything, Amy thought; so she waited
until "Jacky" had finished his song,


and then she bethought herself of her
book, and once more she settled herself
among the sofa-cushions.
Now whether kitty knew she was
in mischief or no, I cannot say ; she cer-
tainly was the means of getting Amy
into some very soon, for she had hardly
seated herself comfortably, so as to have
a cushion to lean on, in order that she
might not have to hold her book in her
hand,-when she felt a gentle tap on
the foot that hung over the sofa, but
she kept quite still for a minute, wait-
ing to see if it would come j-~hi1. Of
course she could not pay the least atten-
tion to the words before her when she
was watching.
Presently kitty tapped the little foot
again, and began playing with the boot


lacer, that was hanging out, as it gene-
rally was.
Then Amy could resist no longer, but
let her book rest, while she leaned over
to see kitty; kitty was that minute
stretching her little head to see Amy,
"looking too cunning for ,nytil,1.i."
Amy said to herself, so they had a nice.
little frolic, which lasted some time, how
long Amy never thought.
The book took part in the game, and
kitty travelled over its now crumpled
pages without the least fear of what
Miss Carrol might say on M?:,',.l:1y. It
was really bewitching to have the soft
paw of the pussy patting the leaves of
that tiresome spelling-book; and then
to see kitty spring round and round,
after her own tail, was too funny."




How long the kitten and her playful
little mistress would have continued
their fun, I cannot say; but just then
Amy heard her mother's voice in the
hall, speaking to Susan, and when
Susan opened the door the next minute
to see the time, she saw Amy very
quietly seated on the sofa, as she told
Mrs. Norman afterwards; and Kitty
took the opportunity, seeing the fun was
over, to slip out through the crack, and
returned to the kitchen.

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GAIN a feeling of shame at her
own waste of time, and failure
A"C to keep the trust her mother
had committed to her, overcame Amy;
and some very hot tears fell on the
pages of the torn and crumpled book
lying before the child on the sofa-pillow.
She remembered that again she had
grieved the loving Friend whose pardon
and help she had so humbly 1:-- -._.1 in
the morning. "Would He love her
still ?"
Mamma had said that if we love Him
really, we will try hard to please Him,


even in little things. Well, it was not
too late. She examined the time once
more, and felt alarmed to see that it
was long past eleven-she couldn't tell
exactly how long, for her eyes kept so
blurred with tears that she could not be
quite sure; and she knew she had "lots
to learn," so she wouldn't waste any
more time.
For some minutes the perfect quiet
was only interrupted by Amy's own
voice going rapidly over the words of
her lesson:

be-lieve, a-chieve, re-lieve,
re-prieve, re-trieve, be-siege.

When this sentence, following as a dic-
tation, came over her, like something
quite new :


"We are often deceived by the ap-
pearance of grief."
What does that mean ?" Amy said
to herself. "Mi11-, I was not really
sorry when I seemed so. Oh, I am so
tired! I can't- learn this, and I don't
know what it means!"
She stopped to puzzle it out, but for-
got all about it in listening to the loud
ticking of the clock. She never heard
it sound so loud and so fast before.
While she kept still to listen, the
birds out of the window made such a
fluttering, and sharp chirping, as if
frightened, that she ran to see what
was the matter; and as the fright con-
tinued, she lifted "'Jackey's cage very
carefully in, and stood it on a chair-
greatly in danger of falling out herself,


,for she was too small, and never allowed
to take in or put out the bird.
Having reached one, she became
aware that she had transgressed her
mothers express commands in thus
leaning out; so she concluded to leave
the cage of "Jenny" where it was.
And then she stooped down to soothe
the frightened Jackey."
By talking to him gently he soon be-
came quiet, and began very busily to eat
seeds; so Amy reached her book, and
went on with the lesson, learning a
word, and then talking to the bird. I
think you will agree with me, that this
was a poor way of accomplishing the
task; and as she had but begun, in fact,
Amy stood a sorry chance of ever fin-
ishing at this rate.


For my part I think it was a good
thing the clock struck twelve just .then,
for nothing but that, or her mother's
entrance, which followed, would have
brought Amy Norman to her senses.

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is.'.- RS. NORMAN took in the
state of the case at a glance.
She knew her child's guilty
look would never have been there, had
she been doing right. And a surprised
exclamation at the sight of the bird-cage
on the chair, obliged Amy to tell the
story of her disobedience.
Her mother's look of sorrow grieved
her more than a severe rebuke; and
when she said, "My little daughter, is
this the way you are keeping your pro-
mise to obey the commands of your
mother, and so please Jesus?" she


broke down, and sobbed violently, ex-
claiming, "I can never be good, mam-
ma, it's no use trying." But Mrs.
Norman was by this time not only
grieved, but seriously displeased with
Amy, who had wasted her morning, and
deceived her mother, besides in several
ways disobeying her express commands.
Amy's crying continued very violent-
ly, and Mrs. Norman let her sob until
she thought the child's grief had spent
itself. Then taking her by the hand she
drew her to the fire, for she was shiv-
ering with her excitement; and putting
her in a chair, she seated herself by
her, saying, "Amy, you say you can
never be good ; tell me, have you really
tried, since I left you ?"
"I don't know."


"Have you not let everything tempt
Then she drew Amy into her arms,
and while sad indeed herself, at her
child's faults, she tried simply and
kindly to explain to Amy the sinful-
ness and folly of asking Jesus to forgive
us, and keep us from the evil, and then
to get up from our prayer, and make
no effort to resist the temptations we
prayed to be kept from.
She knew Amy was sorry, but she
feared it was more because she could
not go out than because she had wasted
and mispent her time.
"Now, my daughter," she said, you
are tired of idleness-are you not ?"
0 yes, mamma."
"Well, then, you can put on your


hood and cloak, and take this bundle to
Mrs. Waters. You are not to go in
under any circumstances, Amy; but
come home again as fast as you can."
Mrs. Norman, who believed fully in
fresh air and plenty of exercise, saw
that Amy was in need of both, so she
devised this errand to Mrs. Waters, to
give her a good brisk walk. At the
same time she did not wish to make it
a reward, or a pleasure trip, and she
knew that Carrie and Minnie Waters
would detain Amy, and might cause her
to disobey again.
Amy took the bundle, which was not
heavy, and with a parting kiss from
mamma, started off, feeling heavy-
hearted, and not altogether inclined to
see the kindness of her mother's plan.


She soon, however, began to feel the
invigoration of the fresh air, and found
the walk a relief from the heated study
" of those stupid words," as she said to
She thought once, as she passed the
street where the school was, that she
saw Miss Carrol; so she hurried on very
fast indeed, thinking if it should be, she
would not notice her.
The lady, who was on the other side
of the street, did not seem to see Amy,
and she felt almost as much relief as if
she had passed by a bear or a lion.
Can any one tell me why ?
The snug little house was reached at
last, and Amy had shut the gate and
passed through the garden before she
discovered that she had in her haste to


escape the supposed Miss Carrol, dropped
out of the bundle a pattern on the way.
There was nothing to do but run
back, just as fast as she could, hoping
no one had passed by to pick it up.
It did not take long to run back, and
Amy remembered very well that the
bundle felt loose, and that she had
thought she could hold it together, just
as the strange lady came in sight. Then
she hurried so, she had very likely let
it slip.
When she reached the place of her
fright, she began looking carefully on
the ground, and felt sure she should find
it right away. But as the pattern was
not large, and cut out of rather light,
brown paper, it had flown along with
every little puff of wind, until it rested


in a fence quite near the school. She
was so intently looking along the street,
and in the court-yards of the houses,
that she never saw where she was going
until she ran against some one, and a
pleasant voice very close to her, made
her jump, and looking up with a very
rosy face, she met the kind look of AMis
Carrol's dark eyes.
"Why, Amy my child, what is the
matter? Have you lost anything ?"
0 yes, Miss Carrol, I have."
"What is it?"
"Why you see it's a pattern, I let
slip out of this bundle."
Where do you think you lost it?"
Oh, I saw it was loose, but I was in
such a hurry, I didn't stop to tie it up;
but it must have -lj;.i out then."


"Why didn't you tie it up, Amy,
when you saw the string coming off?"
Amy hesitated,-but as she never
told an untruth, she had no doubt of
her duty. She looked a little confused,
and with some stammering, she replied,
I was frightened by a lady."
Miss Carrol laughed a little, and
without giving Amy time to finish, she
"Why, what did she do, Amy, to
frighten such a brave little girl as
you ?"
"I thought she was somebody else."
Then, more boldly, Amy said, blush-
ing scarlet now, "I thought it was
Miss Carrol pitied the child, for she
knew that her guilty conscience had


made her fear to see her ; but she only
"I am really sorry, Amy, that I
frightened you. So it seems that I am,
after all, the cause. of all this trouble.
Well, I will see if I can repair the dam-
age, by helping you to find the pattern."
Somehow, after Amy had said that
she was afraid of Miss Carrol, she seemed
not to fear her any more, but talked on
just as fast as if it had been Miss Carrol,
and not herself, who had neglected the

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h;- 111EY had not gone much far-
l !-(i'Y lr,:r, when Amy discovered the
i' p p'er pattern, sticking in be-
tween the uprights of a picket-fence;
and though a little torn, it was not
much the worse for its long flight.
They sat down on a stoop and made
the bundle quite safe with the string;
and then Miss Carrol asked Amy if she
should leave it at Mrs. Waters, as it was
getting quite late in the morning. But
Amy said she thanked Miss Carrol very
much indeed, but mamma had said she
was to deliver the bundle, and hurry


home; and she had much rather do it
"Well, that is right," Miss Carrol an-
swered. "I am glad, Amy, to see you
are so obedient at home."
"But I am very naughty to-day, and
mamma is angry with me, for not,-for
not,-learning my lesson .,. twelve
o'clock; and she doesn't think me a
good girl any more."
"Is it the spelling-lesson, Amy?"
Yes, ma'am."
"Why, I should have thought, my dear
child, that you would have learned it
the very first thing, and so have saved
yourself and your mamma much trouble.
It is not a hard lesson, Amy."
"I-think it is very hard."
"Do you? Have you tried to see


how hard you can make it, or how easy
it will be learned if you make up your
mind to conquer it ?"
Well-I counted the words first,
and then,-I learned a few, and got
very tired,-and the kitten disturbed
me, and then Susan,-and before I knew
how late it was, mamma came in to
hear me say it,-and I didn't know it,
only a little. So she talked very
gravely, and felt real bad, and so did I,
-and then-she sent me with this bun-
dle and said I was to be home at one
o'clock. And so you see I lost the pat-
tern, and got into. more trouble, and
then I met you."
"Well, is the trouble over now ?"
"0 no!-but I feel better, some-


You see that I am not so bad to
meet as you thought, Amy."
I think you are real good."
"Then will you go home with the
firm determination to be 'diligent in
business,'-your lesson is your business
now,-and so serve the Lord ?' "
Yes, ma'am,-at least I'll try."
Well, dear, if you try faithfully,
you will be sure to succeed."
All this time they had been walking'
fast back towards the house where Mrs.
Waters lived; and when they reached
the gate, Miss Carrol, who was going
further on, bade Amy good-bye.
It was with a much lighter heart that
Amy returned home, ,fi. r leaving the
bundle at Mrs. Waters ; and she thought
she had never in all her life seen


such a "sweet, lovely teacher" as
Mrs. Norman looked graver than
when she came in the room and found
Amy playing with the bird; for she did
not know the cause of the delay, and it
was almost two o'clock now.
But Amy told the story, and her
mother quite excused her; and though
she was in great haste to go out, she
listened to the whole account quite
"Now, Amy, you are refreshed with
the long rest, and when dinner-time
comes, Susan will carry you up a plate
of bread and butter, and you can have
as much milk as you want, but nothing
else, and you will remain up in your
own room until you are perfectly sure


you know the lesson. Do you under-
stand, Amy ?"
Yes, mamma-but"-
No butss,' my child You are
hardly any nearer the end of your task
than you were yesterday when you
came home from school."
"May I have Amanda up in my
room with me, mamma ?"
What are you punished for, Amy ?"
Because I am bad."
"Because, my child, you are idle,
and play over your work; and if I
should let you take your doll with you.
into the room, I would be putting
another temptation in your way. When
I come home, I shall be ready to hear
the lesson, and you may take my pencil,
and this sheet of paper, and let me see


it full of the words and sentences, all
neatly written."
Yes, mamma."
Are you hungry, my child ?"
Not just now, but can't I have just
the least little bit of jelly?"
"No, dear."
Mrs. Norman felt badly to go and
leave her little girl, and she would much
rather have had to eat the bread
and drink the milk herself, than that
Amy should go without her nice hot
dinner, but she knew that it was better
to punish her so.


,,lhL.E good spirits which accom-
S ';!, i-ied Amy's return, after her
alk, quite subsided when she
found herself alone in her own room.
.,.. had nothing to complain of, but
she managed to feel L] I -.i-' much in-
jured, and extremely miserable, shut
up here to spend nobody knew how
many hours in this disagreeable place."
Now this was, you understand, what
Amy said to herself, when she had been
left there by her mother. The truth
was, the room had a sunny window, a
nice little rocking-chair, a good fire


with a cheerful blaze, a very gay car-
pet, and indeed everything that any
child could ask to make a room com-
fortable. The trouble came from some
other cause.
Amy fidgeted about, thinking her-
self very hardly used on this pleasant
Saturday afternoon, quite forgetting
that if she had spent her morning dif-
ferently, her :-,if. i -..-ii! would have been
far pleasanter.
She made sundry journeys to the
window, to see if anything was to be
seen-then listened at the door, to
ascertain if Susan were not coming with
something to eat; and finally had con-
cluded to study, and was getting on
quite fast, considering it was such a
hard lesson !" when Susan i ij ..-'-.-..


Amy jumped up with great haste,
hoping that mamma had relented-for
she had seen by her face that she was
sorry for her-and had sent her some
little bit of jelly or cake, to make the
bread go down;" but there was nothing.
Amy's exclamation of disappointment
distressed Susan, whose kind Irish heart
was deeply touched already for her
" darlint."
Is there nothing-but bread ?"
No, there is not, miss."
Well, I thought maybe mamma
would change her mind."
Is it jelly ye want, dear ?"
"Yes, Susan."
Sure then, me darlint, I'll git ye
0 no, Susan, you must not, indeed!"


Why not?"
"Because, Susan, I know if mamma
had changed her mind she would have
said so."
She forgot it, perhaps," said Susan,
doubtfully. "And there's more than
Betty nor me can ate, if we tried. Sure
miss, an I'll git it for ye."
''No, no, it would be v.. i _. and I am
going to be good now. You must not
be a tempter, Susan. It would be very
wicked indeed. Don't you know we
pray every day, 'Lead us not into temp-
tation' ?
You're going to be a saint entirely,
like your mother. I niver saw the likes
of yees."
"I am glad you think so, Susan," said
Amy, quite flattered by these remarks.


"A great many people think I am like
Sure it's true. So it's nothing but
the bread aud buther, ye are to have,
sure ?"
"Yes, Susan, you forget. Here is a
pitcher of milk," said Amy, with a sweet
smile, for the flattery had begun to
work, and already she felt that she was
something of a saint, to have -such a
punishment and to bear it so well.
Susan stood with her arms a-kimbo,
watching the hungry child eat. Si.
evidently thought she was not well
treated, but yet she well remembered
the da-y in the "old country," when
such a plate of bread and butter, and
such nice rich milk would have been a
feast in her poor home.


She sighed, and lifted a corner of her
apron to wipe away a tear or two,
which started unbidden as these memo-
ries came over her.
Amy mistook the meaning of the sigh,
and thought it was sorrow for her sad
case. So she said, "Never mind me,
Susan, I think I feel better now, and
this bread is good, though I should have
liked a little something else."
"I'm glad indade, Miss Amy, if it's
made ye feel more like yersel' again;-
but it's not that."
"What is it, then ?" said Amy, going
up to her, and tenderly patting with
her chubby little hand the big red arm
of the servant, whose tears would flow,
though she kept saying, "it's nothing,
its nothing indade, dear."


Are you naughty too,- Susan ?"
"It's many a time I've been worse
than the likes of ye."
When was it ? When you went to
school? 0 Susan! did you ever have
such a hard, long, lesson to learn as
this? See here !"
And Amy turned to the page, and
displayed to the astonished servant the
long rows of words as yet unlearned.
Indade, thin, I niver had .a spelling-
book at all, miss."
"Why, Susan! how did you ever
learn ?"
Sure, dear, I niver went to school at
all, at all."
Never went to school! Why, how
funny! It must have been delightful,
though, to play all the time."


"Indade, dear, it's little I.y I had-
it was work all the time."
"What kind ? Was it making good
things ?"
For the desire for something good
seemed to have taken strong hold of
the child.
"It was ''.1,..i.:lin !.' and watching the
web, from morning till night."
"What do you mean ?"
"Why ye see, dear, in Ireland the
best linen is made that iver ye see ; and
the poor folks must weave, and the
childer, they have to put it out in the
fields, and keep the creatures off, and
sprinkle it, and niver lave it a minute."
Well, when did you have your din-
ner, Susan ?"
"Oh, we carried our dinner when


we went out in the morning and we were
not long eating the few potatoes we
"It's not often-sometimes we had
bread, but not the likes of this."
Just then the door-bell i,.i._, and
Susan, who like Amy, had wholly for-
gotten that her work was at a stand-
still, gathered up the few things on the
tray, and hastened down-stairs.
"Nothing but potatoes !" Amy kept
saying to herself. Poor Susan! She
has had a hard time. No play, and
only potatoes! Well, I am a great deal
happier than that; if I only knew this
horrid old lesson, I should be quite
So :i.-ii,. Amy again seated herself


before the bright fire, and re-commenced
the battle with the long columns of
Every now and then she would stop
and lay her finger over the words to see
if she could remember them without
looking on; generally she succeeded,
for she was quick to learn, when she
gave her mind to her work.
By-and-by the lesson was learned,
and it only remained to write down the
words neatly on the paper, as mamma
had said.
So taking book and paper to the
table by the window, she was soon so
lost in the interesting task, that she did
not notice the ringing of the bell again,
or even hear some one coming up-stairs.
It was with a start she turned to see


grandma bending over her, -ii
"That is well done, Amy."
Why, grandma! Where did you
come from? I never heard you coming
"I came up a minute ago. Susan
said you were here, so I thought I
would see if the lesson was not almost
By this time the little girl was on her
grandma's lap, very busily loosening the
strings of her bonnet, and the cord of
her tippet.
"Are you going to stay ? 0 do, dear
grandma, do! for I have a particular
reason," said Amy, with a deep blush,
yet a clear look in her eyes, which did
not droop when grandma asked, "Is it
a story you have to tell me, Amy, of a


little girl we both know, who once had
a present of a paint-box ?"
Why, yes," exclaimed Amy, in
great surprise, "it's about me! How
did you know, grandma ?"
"Well, you tell me first, and then.
we'll see if I can answer your ques-
"But I have two more words to
write-' endeavor,' and 'eager.' "
"Well, dear, go and finish them
before it is too dark."

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*' T did.not take long for Amy to
t, 'finish the two words, and laying
-:- the P'..l.-"r in the book at the
place, she put the pencil on the top of
the bureau, and climbing up into grand-
ma's lap, felt that she had accomplished
a great work.
Mrs. Morris did not say what she
thought about it; but she i.,-_.:d the
child close to her, and said, Well, dear,
are you ready now to tell me the
story ?"
Amy said nothing, so grandma
stooped down to kiss the little rosy lips,
in a loving way grandmas have, when

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