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A Good Act For Another.
A man was going from Norwich to New London with a loaded te...

The Child And Flower.
The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pen...

The Saint's Rest.
We've no abiding city here: This may distress the wo...

Arthur And His Apple Tree.
One summer day little William was sitting in the garden cha...

The Flower That Looks Up.
"What beautiful things flowers are," said one of the party ...

The Dying Boy.
A little boy, by the name of Bertie, was taken very ill, an...

The Sailor Boy.
Yarmouth is the principal trade sea-port town in the county...

The Jew And His Daughter.
A Jew came to this country from London, many years ago, and...

Comfort And Sobriety.
Let me here give you a few maxims to commit to memory:---- ...

Story About An Indian.
A poor sick man might go to the door of some rich person's ...

The Uncertainty Of Life.
Josiah Martin was a young man of whom any mother might have...

The Brother And Sister.
(In three Stories.) ...

The Portrait Of Flora Purchased.
Anna started for her home, and when she had arrived, she sl...

Story About A Robber.
I will tell you a true story about a robber. A gentleman wa...

The Tree That Never Fades.
"Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden....

Lettice And Catherine,
...

The Boy Found In The Snow.
One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early,...

Good Companions.
One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i...

The Bit Of Garden.
Young children like to have a small piece of land for a gar...

A Piece Of Red Calico
I was going into town one morning from my suburban residenc...



LETTICE TAKING HOME THE WORK.








Early in the morning, before it was light, and while the twilight
gleamed through the curtainless windows, Lettice was up dressing
herself by the aid of the light which gleamed from the street lamp
into the window. She combed her hair with modest neatness, then opened
the draw with much precaution, lest she should disturb poor Myra, who
still slumbered on the hard mattrass--drew out a shawl and began to
fold it as if to put it on.

"Alas!" said Lettice, "this will not do--it is thread-bare, time-worn,
and has given way in two places." She turned it, and unfolded it, but
it would not do. It was so shabby that she was actually ashamed to be
seen with it in the street. She put it aside and took the liberty of
borrowing Myra's, who was now asleep. She knew Myra would be awful
cold when she got up, and would need it. But she must go with the work
that morning. She thought first of preparing the fire, so that Myra,
when she arose, would only have to light the match; but as she went to
the box for coal, she saw, with terror, how low the little store of
fuel was, and she said to herself, "we must have a bushel of coal
to-day--better to do without meat than fire such weather as this." But
she was cheered with the reflection that she should receive a little
more for her work that day than what she had from other places. It had
been ordered by a benevolent lady who had been to some trouble in
getting the poor woman supplied with needle work so that they should
receive the full price. She had worked for private customers before,
and always received more pay from them than from the shops in London,
where they would beat down the poor to the last penny.

Poor Lettice went to the old band-box and took out a shabby old
bonnet--she looked at it, and sighed, when she thought of the
appearance she must make; for she was going to Mrs. Danvers, and her
work was some very nice linen for a young lady about to be married.

Just at this moment she thought of the contrast between all the fine
things that young lady was to have, and her own destitution. But her
disposition was such as not to cause her to think hard of others who
had plenty while she was poor. She was contented to receive her pay
from the wealthy, for her daily needle work. She felt that what they
had was not taken from her, and if she could gain in her little way by
receiving her just earnings from the general prosperity of others, she
would not complain. And as the thought of the increased pay came into
her mind, which she was to receive that day, she brightened up, shook
the bonnet, pulled out the ribbons, and made it look as tidy as
possible, thinking to herself that after buying some fuel she might
possibly buy a bit of ribbon and make it look a little more spruce,
when she got her money.

Lettice now put on her bonnet, and Myra's shawl, and looking into the
little three-penny glass which hung on the wall, she thought she might
look quite tidy after all. The young lady for whom she made the linen
lived about twenty miles from town, but she had come in about this
time, and was to set off home at nine o'clock that very morning. The
linen was to have been sent in the night before, but Lettice had found
it impossible to finish it. This was why she was obliged to start so
early in the morning. She now goes to the bed to tell Myra about the
fire, and that she had borrowed her shawl, but Myra was sound asleep,
so she did not disturb her, but stepped lightly over the floor and
down stairs, for it was getting late, and she must be gone. Read the
next story, and you will be deeply interested in the result.





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Previous: A SCENE IN LONDON.


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