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A MY ELLIOT'S mother was dead. I
hope that very few of my little
readers know what it is to lose a loving,
tender mother; but only those who have
can understand how desolate poor Amy
was, as she stood in the parlor in her deep
mourning clothes, looking out of the win-
dow at the dreary rain that was pouring
out of the gray, sullen sky.
Oh, mamma! mamma! she moaned,
" oh, why didn't you take me with you? "
And she pressed her hot forehead against
the window-pane, while the tears rolled
down her cheeks.
One week ago on that day Mrs. Elliot


l';d gone out to drive, smiling, and wav-
ng her hand to Amy, as she stood at this
same window watching her. One hour
after she was brought home unconscious.
The horses had taken fright at something,
and had run away; the carriage was over-
turned, and Mrs. Elliot was thrown out
violently, and so seriously injured that,
after lying in an unconscious state for two
days, she had died, leaving her husband
and only child utterly heartbroken. They
had just returned from laying her beside
the little boy that she had lost years
before, and poor Amy felt her sorrow
more keenly than she had during the
excitement which the last few days had
brought. Kind friends had been with her
trying to console her, and there was so
much to see to that Amy felt almost stu.


pefied by the bustle; but now every one
was gone, even papa, who, when they
had come home, had gone straight to the
library without speaking or looking at the
poor, desolate child. She had followed
him, but found the door shut and locked,
and when she had said, in a forlorn little
"Papa, may I come in?" he only
opened the door a crack and said:
Run away, Amy, I can't talk to you
now; and then the door was again shut
and locked, leaving Amy on the other
side. She wandered back to the parlor,
where she was now standing all alone for
the first time in her life. The house was
so still that it almost frightened her, and
as she thought that the loving mother's
arms, which had been her refuge in all her


tro "jles, would never open to her again,
she threw herself on the floor and cried
passionately. At last the sobs grew less
and less frequent, until they ceased alto-
gether, and the poor little sorrowful girl
lay fast asleep.
The servants were in another part of
the house, and if they gave a thought to
Amy they imagined that she was with her
father; so her sleep was unbroken until
two hours after, when the maid, coming in
to light the gas, stumbled over her.
Goodness me whatever are you doing
there, Miss Amy ?" she asked, in astonish-
ment, as the.child sat up and rubbed her
eyes, sleepily.
"I don't know," said Amy, lying
down again.
Now, don't go for to lie down again

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Miss, you'll catch your death of a cold.
Have you been here long? "
"Ever since we came home. Papa
went to the library, and said for me not
to come, and so I have been here."
"Well, now, if that ain't a shame You
might have been with Towzer and me by
the kitchen fire; we have been sitting
alone there for the last hour. Shall I get
your tea?"
No; I don't want any tea. I want
Mary to come and put me to bed."
Bridget hurried off, and sent Mary,
who in vain tried to make Amy eat any-
thing. She drank some hot milk, but
begged so piteously to be put to bed that
at last Mary took her up in her arms, big
girl that she was, and undressed her, and
sat by her bed until she had fallen asleep


The next morning the sun was shining
brightly in her room, and Amy felt re-
freshed by her long sleep. She lay quietly
in bed watching Mary, who was prepar-
ing her bath, and, after a while, she said:
Is papa up, Mary?"
I think he is, Miss Amy. I am quite
sure that I heard him go down the stairs a
few minutes ago. It is after eight o'clock."
Oh! do dress me quickly, Mary," said
Amy, springing out of bed; "I want to
pour out his coffee for him."
When Amy was ready, after what
seemed to her a long while, she ran down
stairs and into the breakfast-room, where
she found her papa sitting at the table
with the morning paper in his hand. He
looked up as Amy opened the door, and
said, putting out his hand:


Come here, little daughter, and give
me my morning kiss."
Amy threw her arms around his neck.
and hid her head on his shoulder, and
clung to him without speaking, and then,
after a moment, she lifted up her head
and kissed him, and went to the seat that
had always been her mother's, saying, as
gayly as she could :
Now, papa, I am going to pour your
coffee, and you must drink it while it is
So Mr. Elliot laid down his paper and
tried to talk, but it was rather a cheerless
meal, and they were both glad when it
was over.
What are you going to do now, papa ?'
Amy asked after prayers.
Oh, I don't know. I am going into

14 AMY E..IOT.

the library. Do you want to come
Of course, if you are going to be there
I want to stay with you every minute,
papa darling."
So the two went together into the
library, which was a charming room full
of all sorts of odd nicknacks.
What are you going to do now, papa ?"
Oh, I don't know, he said again, in a
listless way.
"Why don't you arrange your fishing
tackle, papa? You said the other day that
your flies were all in confusion."
Well, I may as well do that as any-
thing; and with a sigh Mr. Elliot opened
a cabinet and took out a quantity of fish
ing tackle, which was indeed in confusion.
Amy began to be more cheerful, as she


saw her father settle himself at his work,
and she ran about here and there taking
up all sorts of things and asking her father
about them, until at last he said :
Amy, do keep quiet. My head aches,
and you drive me distracted. If you will
sit perfectly still for half an hour, I'll give
you that crystal."
Oh, papa," said Amy, I was only
trying to be cheerful; but, I didn't mean
to disturb you, and I didn't know that
you had a headache. Shan't I get some
cologne to bathe it with?"
No dear, just keep quiet and don't speak
to me. Here, take my watch and see if
you can sit still for half an hour."
Poor Amy sat down, feeling rather for-
lorn. For a little while she was interested
in watching the second hand go round and


round, but after ten minutes that ceased
to amuse her, and she looked at her father
to see what he was doing.
Mr. Elliot seemed to have forgotten his
fishing tackle, and flies, and everything
else, and was looking out of the window
without appearing to see anything that
was beyond it. Amy gazed and gazed at
him, not daring to speak, until after ten
more minutes; the silence, her father's
motionless figure, and her own feeling of
desolation entirely overcame her, and she
gave a loud cry, "Mamma! mamma!"
and burst into tears.
In a moment her father had her in his
arms, soothing and caressing her. "What
a bear I have been to my poor little girl,"
he said; I have forgotten in my selfish
sorrow that I had a precious little daugh-


ter left to me. Now, my pet, tell me
what shall we do to make each other
Amy stopped crying and looked up into
her father's eyes as she lay in his arms.
Mamma used to tell me that when
people felt perfectly miserable the best
way to forget their misery was to find out
some one who felt more miserable, and try
to make them happy."
There was a little pause and then papa
We will do as mamma said. I'll have
the carriage brought and we'll see if we,
can t hunt up some one that we can help."'
Oh, that will be lovely," Amy cried,.
and bounded off to have her things put
In a few moments the high box wagon,.


that Amy especially liked, was at the door,
and her father lifted her carefully in, and
then put a basket under the seat.
"Oh, what is in that?" Amy asked,
whose bright eyes saw everything.
"All sorts of things," said papa; "tea,
and sugar, and a bottle of wine and a
chicken. We'll find some one to give
them to, you know."
What fun it will be, papa, if we can find
some poor old woman to give things to and
to visit. I suppose she will be very grate-
ful and will say, Heaven's choicest bless-
ings rest upon you little miss, for entering
my poor abode.' That is the waythepoor
people do in the 'Ministering Children,'
you know."
Yes, dear, but I think poor people nevei
talk so out ofbooks.. I have seen a great


many, and some of them have been very
grateful for that which I have been able ti
do for them ; but oftener they'have seemed
disappointed because I did not do more
or even when they have been really grate-
ful they were shy of expressing it, and I
had to guess at their pleasure. I remem-
ber the case of a bedridden old woman
that your mamma and a friend of hers took
care of. She had no one to do anything
for her, and at times she suffered a great
deal, so that she needed help very much,
but though for two years they visited her
every day, and carried her everything that
she had to eat, in all that time, she never
said one word of thanks to either of them
and sometimes she was so cross from pair
that it was impossible to suit .her. I re
member your mamma telling me that


one hot summer day she made some cur-
tant jelly that the old woman had said she
would like. When she carried it to her
she found her in one of her nervous
attacks, and when she produced the jelly,
Nancy, for some mysterious reason, took a
violent dislike to it, and, upon mamma's
rather insisting that she should just taste
it, she sat up in bed and threw it out of
the open window."
Oh, the horrid thing, papa! I wouldn't
have gone near her again."
That is the way she felt for a little
while, until her mother showed her, that
the poor woman's need was just as great
as if she had been full of gratitude."
"And didn't she ever thank her at
Not until she died. Your mamma was


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alone with her. She had been suffering
very much all the afternoon, and at sunse
she died. Just before she breathed hei
last, she turned over and said : 'You have
been awful kind to me, and I expect I
have been some trying but the Lord will
reward you.'"
Well," said Amy, after a pause, I am
glad that she said something pleasant at
last, but I don't think there would be much
fun in doing good to such a cross old thing
as that."
"Ah, that is just it. If we start with
the idea that we will do good because it
will be fun or because it gives us a com
fortable feeling of doing our duty, we ar
pretty sure to be disappointed. We must
just try to feel that here is some one in
need whom we can help, and then, if they


are not grateful, it won't disappoint us
and if they are it will give us so much the
more pleasure."
"Oh, papa! I am so thirsty," said
Amy, after thinking over her father's last
"You will have to wait a while," said
Mr. Elliot, looking about him as he spoke
" There is not a house in sight, and I can't
remember any brooks on this road."
"The school-house is very near, papa,
and there is a well in the yard. Couldn't
we stop there ?"
"Yes, certainly, and perhaps we shall
hear of some one upon whom we can be-
stow our basket of goodies."
Oh, yes, papa! Old Mrs. Brown keeps
the school, and she will be sure to know
somebody who would like them."


While they had been talking, they were
driving up a hill, and as soon as they
reached the top, they saw the school.
house. It was a long low building, weather-
beaten, and with grass growing from the
roof. Mrs. Brown and her husband and
daughter lived in one end, and the long
room at the other end was used for a
school for the little country boys and girls
who lived at the neighboring farms.
As Mr. Elliot drove up to the door,
Janet Brown was standing at the door
talking to a woman with a basket on her
Thank you for the eggs," she said, as
the woman turned away.
Mr. Elliot drove up to the door and
took off his hat. Can you give my little
girl some water? he asked.


Oh, yes, Mr. Elliot, wait a minute,
and I will bring it out to the carriage."
I want to get out," said Amy, rising
from her seat, mayn't I, papa? I like so
much to look down the well, and see
the ferns growing on the stones, and it is
just like a looking-glass at the bottom.
I can see myself leaning over the side
and looking down. Do let me get out,
So Mr. Elliot got out of the carriage,
and then jumped Amy over the wheel,
down to the ground, and off she ran
around the side of the house, while Janet
followed as soon as she had fetched a glass
from the house.
Amy was already at the well peering
down into the clear darkness with great



"I want to let the bucket down," she
Well, you may, if you want to," said
Janet. I have it to do often enough, so
it won't be much of a hardship to let you
do it this time."
So Amy slowly turned the handle of the
old-fashioned windlass, and the bucket
went down and down until, with a splash,
it reached the water, and the picture was
broken in a thousand fragments.
"Now let me draw it up," she said,
when the bucket was full.
No, it is too heavy for you," and Janet,
with her strong arm, began to wind it up
"What fun this is," said Amy, as she
watched the bucket slowly coming up. I
do wish we had a well like this at home."


What kind of a well do you have? "
No well at all. You just turn a pipe
and out comes the water. It is very
Ah, but if you had to go out of doors
in the rain and snow, and when it is cold
enough to bite your nose off, you would
be glad to be able to get water by just
turning a pipe in a warm kitchen."
Yes, I suppose I should. No, I don't
want to drink out of the glass, mayn't I
take this;" and Amy held up a drinking-
cup made of half a cocoa-nut shell.
Oh, yes, you can have that if you like
it any better," said Janet, laughing.
So Amy dipped the cup into the buck-
et and drank out of it, taking great care
to keep her finger in the hole in the bot-


It is perfectly delicious," she said; I
mean to carry some to papa."
You had better carry it in this glass,"
said Janet, as Amy plunged the cup into
the bucket again.
"Oh, no, he will like it out of this a
great deal better."
Janet looked very much astonished at
the idea of any one liking an old cocoa-
nut dipper better than that fine glass,
with a bunch of grapes on one side. How-
ever, she said nothing, but walked back to
the carriage with Amy, who had to go
very slowly in order not to spill any of
the water.
Isn't it delicious water, papa?"
"Yes, it is; I wish we had such a well
Jump in now, Amy, we must be off."
But I wanted to ask about some poor


woman. Do you know of any poor old
woman who would like some good things
to eat ?" she asked, turning to Janet.
I know of a poor sick girl who needs
something good to eat, though I don't
believe she wants anything."
"Who is it?" asked Mr. Elliot.
I don't know what her name is. She
and her father go about the country in a
kind of a little house on wheels. He
mends broken windows, and pots, and pans,
and does such jobs, but he can't do any
heavy work, for he is hump-backed, and
not strong. They came by here the other
day, and stopped in a lot a little way
down the road. The old man came here
this morning to beg some milk for his
daughter, and he said she was real sick
with intermittent fever."


Oh, do let us go and see her papa."
said Amy, eagerly.
"Where are they?" asked Mr. Elliot.
"Oh, just down there," said Janet,
pointing down the road; "you will see
the wagon or the house, or whatever it is,
in the field, and most likely the old man
will be about somewhere."
Well, jump in, Amy, and we will try
to find them. Good morning, Janet."
Good morning, sir."
Good-bye, Janet," said Amy, as they
drove off, I am coming in to see the
school some day."
"All right," Janet replied, and after
watching them for a little while, sh,
turned and went into the house.
Amy kept a sharp lookout for the
.-agon, and in a few minutes she cried:


"Ah, there it is, I think, papa, and
there is the poor sick girl sitting on the
Mr. Elliot drove under the shade of a
large chestnut tree and tied the horse, and
then he and Amy climbed over the stone
wall, and walked toward the object of
their search.
It was, indeed, a curious place to live
in, and you could hardly tell which it was
most like-a house or a wagon. It was
built of rough boards, with small windows
cut in the sides, and at the back a stove-
pipe came out through the roof. By the
door, in front, were some wooden steps, and
-n them was sitting a young girl; her
yes were closed and she looked pale and
ill; a dog was at her feet with his head
against her knee, and the deformed o!J



man, of whom Janet had spoken, was
walking slowly along with a bundle of
sticks in his hand.
In a moment the dog heard their steps
rustling the grass, and he lifted up his
head and gave a low growl; then the
girl opened her eyes, and when she saw
Mr. Elliot and Amy coming toward her,
she tried to get up, but she was too weak
to stand, and she had to fall back again
on her pillow.
Amy had a very tender little heart, and
when she saw how ill the poor girl was,
her feeling of shyness all went away and
she ran forward and took up the pillow,
which had slipped down with the gir's
movement, and put it comfortably under
her head, saying:
Don't try to get up; papa will come


and talk to you; I am so sorry that you
are so ill."
The old man turned around at the sound
of her voice and looked at her in aston
ishment, while the dog sniffed curiously
at her dress.
"Good morning," said Mr. Elliot,
in his pleasant voice; "we heard that
your daughter was not very well, and
I have brought my little girl to see
She feels a little more chirk this morn-
ing, don't you, Sophy?"
"Yes," said Sophy, in a weak voice.
"Won't you bring the stools for them to
sit down, father? "
Oh, we are not tired, at all," said Mi.
Elliot; but the stools were brought, and
they both sat down.


For how long has your daughter been
ii! ?"
Wall, going on three months most.
She was kinder forlorn in the spring, and
she don't seem to get much better; though
I expect she will, soon. She feels better
to-day, don't you, Sophy?"
Yes," said the girl, faintly.
Has she much appetite? asked Amy,
with a wise little air that amused her fa-
ther very much.
Wall, no; she ain't got much to speak
of. She drank some milk this morning,
but yesterday she didn't take nothing.
I cooked her a nice mess of cabbage and
pork, yesterday, but she said that she
p.asn't hungry; but I shouldn't wonder
Cf she would take something to-mor.


Ugh!" thought Amy; "cabbage and
pork! "
Perhaps she could eat little chicken,"
said Mr. Elliot. When my little girl is
not feeling well, she always fancies a bit
of chicken. I have some in my carriage
and I will go and get it."
Sophy opened her eyes again, and
said: "Oh, I should like a piece of
chicken, I think I could eat that."
Yes, I am sure you could," said
Amy; "and there is some jelly, too, and
that is very good with chicken, you
How did you know that my girl was
sick? asked the old man.
"Janet Brown told us. We were out
driving, and we stopped at her house for
a drink of water, and she told us that you


had been there, and said that your daugh-
ter was ill."
"And then did you go back to your
house for the chicken ?"
"Oh, no! we had it with us. You
see," said Amy, after a little pause, "my
papa and I are very unhappy, for my
mamma has died, and so we thought that
we would try to find some one else who.
was unhappy, and see if we couldn't help,
them a little. So Mrs. Brooks, that is.
our housekeeper, you know, packed up,
some things in a basket for us, and we-
started off, and then Janet Brown told
us about Sophy, and papa thought that:
she was just the very person to have.
Just then Mr. Elliot reappeared, carry.
ing the basket


Now," said he, if I had a knife and
fork I would cut off some of this, and
Sophy could have a little lunch out here
in the sun. Let me see; your name is "-
"William, sir-William Jones."
Well then, William, could you get me
a knife and a plate ? "
Oh, yes, sir," he said, clambering up
the steps and opening the door behind
Sophy just far enough to squeeze in.
In a moment he came out again with a
tin plate and a black-handled knife and
Mr. Elliot cut off a piece of the breast
of the chicken and put it on the plate,
and then he took a roll out of the basket.
"But where is the butter?" he said,
lifting up the things that were left
in it.


I don't believe there was any butter,'
said Amy.
"Oh, I don't care for butter. This
chicken is so good; and Sophy ate it as
if she really enjoyed it.
Here is the jelly," cried Amy, drag-
ging up a little mould. Oh, it is wine
jelly! I am so glad, for that is so strength-
William stood by, looking completely
bewildered. He took off his rough cap,
and rubbed his bald head, and stared in
turn, at Sophy, and Mr. Elliot, and Amy.
Well," said Mr. Elliot, after a pause
"We must be going, Amy. I'll leave
the-basket here, and we'll call for it to-
morrow. There is some tea in it, Wil-
liam, and you had better make some for
Sophy, by-and-by.


Yes, sir," said William.
Then Amy said good-bye to Sophy
and she and her father walked across the
field toward the carriage. Soon they
heard some one running after them, and
turned around to see William, panting
with the effort to reach them. When
he reached them, he said :
Thank ye kindly, sir, and little miss,"
and then turned around and made off as
fast as he could go.
That is not much like the Minister-
ing Children's' experience, is it, Amy?"
asked papa, smiling.
"No, papa, but I am sure they were
"Yes, I think they were, and even if
they were not grateful to us for bringing
the things, the poor girl was glad enough


to get them, and she needed them sadly,
and that is the main point. I want to
stop at Mrs. Brown's and ask if she can
let them have some fresh milk every
"Oh, then, I can go in and see rhe
school? "
Yes, but you mustn't stay long."
When they reached the house, Amy
jumped out and tapped at the door of the
school-room. "Come in," answered a
voice, and she opened the door and
walked in.
There sat Mrs. Brown with her class
about her. One little boy was just say-
ing part of the multiplication table, with
his hands behind his back.
"Three times one are three,
Three times two are six."


And then he stopped and gazed at Amy
with wide-open eyes.
"Good morning, Mrs. Brown," said
Amy, in a low tone, as she walked up to
her side; "papa wants to know if you
could spare a quart of milk every day to
the poor man who lives in the funny
house on wheels? "
"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Brown, "I can
just as well as not. I'll send it over to
him as soon as milking is over every
"And papa says please charge it to
"Very well; I think all the poor girl
needs is good nourishing food."
Good-bye," said Amy, and as she went
out she heard the little boy go on with
his lesson:



Three times two are six,
Three times three are nine."
That afternoon Mr. Elliot asked his
physician to go and see Sophy. When
he returned, he said just what Mrs. Brown
had told Amy, that what she needed was
good food. Living in that wagon is not
at all healthy," he added.
I know it isn't," said Mr. Elliot, and
I am going to see if I can't find a better
place for them."
Two days after this, when they drove
to Sophy's -wagon," as Amy called it,
they found poor William in bed and very
ill. He had taken cold, and a fever had
set in, and after two days more, notwith-
standing all they could do. the poor old
man died. Mr. Elliot took charge of
everything, and made arrangements for


Sophy to go to Mrs. Brown's until the
funeral was over.
The poor girl was perfectly inconso-
lable at first, and Mrs. Brown would try
in vain to comfort her. She would sit
with her work in her hand, looking so
mournful that Mrs. Brown, as she bent
over her, hardly knew how to comfort
When Amy came to see her, however,
she succeeded better.
Poor Sophy," she said, poor Sophy,"
and she patted her hand and kissed her,
while Sophy burst into tears. But after
Amy had gone, she wiped her eyes and
looked more cheerful.
What are you going to do with
Sophy? she asked, as she and her father
drove home.



"I don't quite know. What do you
think she would like?"
I will tell you what I had thought of
papa: I thought, perhaps, she could come
to our house to live, and Mrs. Brooks
could show her how to do things, and she
would make such a nice servant. You
know how neat the wagon always
I had thought of that myself, and
I will ask Mrs. Brooks as soon as we
reach home. I don't know whether
she will want the trouble of training a
Oh, but Sophy is quite different from
.nost girls," said Amy, eagerly.
Well, we will see," and by this time
they had reached the house.
"Ask Mrs. Brooks if she will be good


enough to come to my study," said Mr.
Elliot, as Amy ran up stairs.
Yes, papa," and in another minute
she tapped at her door, and walked in.
Mrs. Brooks was sitting by her table
with her account-books spread out before
Oh, Mrs. Brooks! said Amy, eagerly,
"papa says will you please go down to
his study. He wants to see you about
something, and I do hope you will say
I shall be very apt to say 'yes' to any-
thing that you or your pa want, Miss Amy,
for you never ask anything unreasonable,'
said Mrs. Brooks, settling her cap.
Amy went into the parlor, and waited
in a fever of excitement until, after what
seemed to her a long time, she heard the



housekeeper's heavy steps going up stairs
again. Then she dashed into the study
and cried:
What did she say, papa? "
Oh, it is all right, and Sophy is to
come next week."
"Oh, lovely! lovely!" cried Amy ec-
statically. Let's go and tell her now."
No, thank you, if you please, I have
some writing to do to-day, and I think the
news will keep until to-morrow."
So Amy had to control her impatience
as well as she could, and finding that she
could not stay in her father's study, she
\went up to Mrs. Brooks's room, whom she
nearly distracted with her questions about
the arrangements for Sophy's benefit. She
insisted upon seeing the room that her
little prot6gee was to occupy and was


very much disgusted at finding no pictures
n it.
She must have one picture, at least,
I'll give her one out of my own room. I
have so many that I won't miss one at
all," and Amy ran into her room to select
the picture that she would part with. But
this she found to be a more difficult mat-
ter than she had thought; but she at last
decided in favor of a bright-colored print,
and it was hung on a nail opposite Sophy's
The next morning after breakfast Mr.
Elliot and Amy drove to Mrs. Brown's.
Sophy and Janet Brown were standing by
the gate.
Papa, she must have some new
clothes," said Amy, in a whisper, as the
horse stopped.


"Yes, I know," said Mr. Elliot, "I'll tell
Mrs. Brown to see to it."
Sophy was delighted with the idea of
going to live at Mr. Elliot's, and Mrs.
Brown said she could have her ready by
Me and Janet will just take hold and
get her things done in no time," said the
kind woman.
On Monday Sophy arrived, looking as
neat and nice as possible in her black calico
and her white apron. Amy went up stairs
with her and showed her the room she
was to have, and then Mrs. Brooks took
possession of her, and Amy ran down
to tell her father all about it.
I think it is lovely to help the poor
no matter what you say, papa."
"Ah, my darling so it is, when you do


it for their sakes and not for your own.
If you supply their wants because they
have wants that ought to be supplied and
look for no reward, you will find in the end
a greater reward than anything else will


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