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Title: Hatty and Marcus

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                           HATTY AND MARCUS;

                                  OR,

                    First Steps in the Better Path.

                                  BY
                            AUNT FRIENDLY,

         AUTHOR OF "KATE DARLY; OR, 'IT WILL ALL COME RIGHT.'"

                               NEW YORK:
                         ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH,
                           No. 683 BROADWAY.
                                 1859.



Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by

ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, for
the Southern District of New York.

EDWARD O. JENKINS,
Printer & Stereotyper,
No. 26 Frankfort Street.



[Illustration: AUNT BARBARA.]




HATTY AND MARCUS.




I.


Hatty Lee had been on a visit to her grandmother, and now she was coming
home.

Mrs. Lee had hard work that morning to keep her young people in order,
for Hatty was a favorite with her brothers and sister, and they were
wild with delight at the idea of seeing her again.

Hatty was only ten years of age, and Marcus, her brother, thought
because he was two years older he was almost a man, and quite able to
give Hatty advice on all subjects. He pretended a great contempt for
girls, but the fact was he had missed his little playmate sorely, and
was full of glee at the thought of her return. He showed his pleasure
in a noisy way that made the house not very comfortable for any one
else.

Old Aunt Barbara had twice put her head out of her bed-room door, to
tell him he was the "roughest, rudest boy in the world, and would drive
her crazy if he did not behave himself;" but Marcus still ran up stairs,
jumping up three steps at a time, with his heavy shoes, and sliding down
the balusters, hallooing as he went, as if he were riding a race in an
open meadow.

Meggy, a mischievous little girl of six, joined her shouts with those of
Marcus, while Harry, her next brother, was busy collecting all his new
playthings in the hall, that he might show them to "sister Hatty" as
soon as she arrived.

As drums and trumpets were among his favorite toys, they of course had
to be brought out, and thoroughly tried to prove that they were in
perfect order.

While all this tumult was going on in the hall, Mrs. Lee was vainly
trying to hush the continual cries of her little baby, who, though only
five weeks old, seemed to have remarkably strong lungs for its age, and
to promise to resemble the rest of the family in his willingness to use
them.

Mrs. Lee was not very strong, and she was getting quite worn out with
the screams of the baby, when old Aunt Barbara came stepping into the
nursery, and declared that she was certain if she could take the child a
moment, she could quiet it.

Aunt Barbara put the baby on her lap, and began to say to it some of the
queer old rhymes she had heard in her childhood, seventy years ago. It
is not likely that the baby understood aunt Barbara's funny stories, and
wanted to listen,--but this is certain, it stopped crying, and soon
closed its eyes and fell into a sweet sleep.

When there was silence in the nursery, the noise in the hall sounded all
the louder. Mrs. Lee stepped to the door quickly, as if she were going
to speak severely to the children, but something within her whispered
that they had no idea of the pain their frolic was giving, and that it
was joy about their sister's return that made them so unusually full of
glee. When Mrs. Lee reached the head of the stairs, her face had a sweet
motherly expression, and before she spoke, she could not help smiling
to see little Harry blowing away at his trumpet with all his might, and
marching up and down the hall as if he were a fat little soldier on
parade, while they jumped up and down, and screamed with delight, to see
how fast Marcus could move on his smooth-backed horse.

Mrs. Lee knew that in their present state of mind it would be next to
impossible to keep the children perfectly quiet, and she resolved to
employ them about something, that they might not waste their energy in
making a noise.

Marcus heard somebody at the head of the stairs, and he looked up with
an expression of provoking mischief, as if ready to receive another
scolding from aunt Barbara. When he saw his mother's kind, pale face
bending towards him, he felt a little ashamed of the thoughtlessness
which had made him forget that her weak head might have suffered from
what he called his "fun."

"Well, Mother," he said looking up cheerfully, "how soon do you think
Hatty will come?"

"Not for an hour yet, my son," said the mother, kindly; "and, meanwhile,
I have something for you to do. I want you to sweep the pavement, from
the door-step to the gate, that it may look neat and tidy to Hatty when
she comes home."

"Here, Meg, you go get me a broom, and I'll set to work in a twinkling,"
said Marcus, jumping down from the balusters, with a deafening stamp of
his heavy shoes.

The sound seemed to touch every nerve in Mrs. Lee's head, and she drew
her eyebrows together with an expression of pain; but she only said,
quietly--"I must have a pair of slippers for you to wear in the house,
Marcus, and then you can take off your shoes, when you come in, as your
father does."

"O that will be first-rate," said Marcus, with delight. "I should like
dog's-heads for the pattern; won't you begin them to-day, Mother?"

"I will make them as soon as I can," said the mother, with a languid
smile.

Meg now came running along the hall, carrying the broom by the brush
end, while the handle went "knock, knock," along the floor, keeping time
to the skipping motion with which she generally moved.

Marcus seized the broom, and began to flourish it this way and that
way, across the wide pavement, as if he meant to be rapid, if not
particularly thorough, in his work.

"Now, Harry," said Mrs. Lee, quietly, "mother wants you to make a nice
fence with your blocks all round your playthings. Meg will get them for
you."

From a closet under the stairs Meg soon dragged out a box in which were
Harry's stores of blocks,--playthings of which he never tired, and which
never wore out.

The little fellow set to work very patiently; and then Mrs. Lee said,
"Come, Meg, I will take you with me." Meg gave her hand to her mother,
and skipped up the stairs, ready to take in good part anything that
should happen.

Mrs. Lee led her to a small room at the end of the hall, and said, "Now
listen to me, my little darling. You are to sleep in here with Hatty,
and she is to help you dress, and to be very kind to you. I want you to
be very careful not to hurt any of Hatty's things, and to mind her, when
I am not with you. If you do as I say, you will be sure to get on well."

Meg gave a little jump, and perched herself on the edge of the bed, as
she said, "O how nice, Mother! I am so glad. It is a great deal
pleasanter than being in the old nursery with Jane."

"Don't sit on the bed, Meggy," said Mrs. Lee, helping the little thing
gently down--and smoothing the tumbled place she had made on the clean
counterpane; "You know Hatty likes to keep her bed very nicely."

"Hatty can't lock the door now--and say, 'You can't come in, Meg.' It is
my room, too, now," said Meg, "and I shall have a right to come in."

"I hope my little girls will get on very pleasantly together," said Mrs.
Lee, gently. "Jesus' little children never quarrel, never speak bad,
angry words."

"Well, I won't, Mother, if I can help it," said Meg, and she put up her
mouth to be kissed, as if that mother's kiss could ensure her doing
right.

While this conversation was going on up stairs, Marcus had stopped in
the midst of his work, and was actually still, for a moment, while his
face bore the marks of deep thought.

Marcus did not feel altogether comfortable about the way he had spoken
to Aunt Barbara that morning; he knew he had done wrong, and that
brought to his mind a letter his mother had received from Hatty during
her absence. Hatty had written that she was very sorry for all the
naughty things she had ever done, and that she had made up her mind to
be one of Jesus' little children, and that she believed He had forgiven
her for all the past, and would help her to be a better girl. She sent
much love to her brothers and sisters, and said she wanted them to
forget every unkind word she had ever spoken to them, for she was very
sorry, and never meant to do so again.

Ever since Hatty could speak, her mother had been teaching her about her
Heavenly Father, and trying to make her love Him and wish to serve Him.
The little girl had always listened patiently, but Mrs. Lee had never
been satisfied that Hatty had made her choice to be among the lambs of
Jesus' flock, who love to hear their Shepherd's voice, and try to follow
Him. This letter, therefore, written in the frankness and simplicity of
childhood, had brought joy to the mother's heart. She believed that the
love of Christ had taken root in the soul of her child, and that by
God's grace it would grow and strengthen, and in time bear such fruit as
angels love to see.

Mrs. Lee had not only given the message Hatty sent to her brothers and
sister, but she had read her letter to them, praying silently that by
Hatty's example they might be led to choose God for their guardian and
guide.

Marcus had listened intently, and had been moved more than he cared to
show. When his mother laid the letter down, he said bluntly, "I have
nothing laid up against Hatty," and abruptly left the room.

Now as he stood on the pavement leaning upon the broom, he was thinking
of Hatty and her new resolution, and wondering if he should ever make up
his mind to do right. Of one thing he was sure, doing wrong gave him no
pleasure. He had been too well taught to be able to commit any sin,
without being reminded of it by his conscience, but to obey that
conscience was another thing.

Marcus could not help fancying that he should see some great change in
Hatty, that she would look differently, speak differently,--and he made
up his mind not to be at all pleased with her if she affected any new,
serious ways. This was but a momentary feeling, for Marcus really loved
his sister, and in the depths of his heart he rejoiced that she had
chosen the best portion, the only blessing that will last forever and
ever.




II.


Marcus spent so much time in meditating about Hatty and her new
resolution, that he had but just finished his task, when the carriage,
so anxiously desired, drove up to the door, and out jumped Mr. Lee,
followed in another moment by Hatty.

Marcus threw down his broom, and sprang forward, and before he thought
he had kissed Hatty several times. Marcus was not much in favor of
kissing,--he thought it was "girlish;" but now he was so really glad, he
did not think what he was about.

While Mr. Lee was attending to the removal of his carpet-bag, Hatty's
little trunk, and sundry baskets and packages with which the carriage
was loaded, Marcus and Hatty walked up the wide pavement together.

"You are a good sweeper, Marcus," said Hatty, looking at the clean
bricks upon which they were stepping.

Marcus did not answer; he was gazing straight into Hatty's face to see
if she were really altered. He could see no change, save that a few
freckles about her nose disfigured her uncommonly fair skin, and told of
the life in the open air she had lately led. Her red hair had not grown
a shade darker during her absence, although it was brushed a little
smoother than usual. Her bright, reddish brown eyes had their own lively
expression, and her mouth seemed as ready as ever to smile, until all
about it the tiny dimples came like little pin-pricks in her fair skin.

Hatty's face was not changed, certainly; and instead of having the grave
manner that Marcus expected, she was all joy at her return, and seemed
to have forgotten that she meant to be any better than any one else.

Hatty had not forgotten her new resolutions, and if Marcus could have
seen into her heart at the moment she stepped from the carriage, he
would have read a prayer that she might be able to live among her dear
brothers and sister like one of the lambs of the flock of Christ.

Meg and Harry had heard the sound of the carriage wheels, and were on
the door-step to receive Hatty. They first almost smothered her with
kisses; then Meg untied her bonnet strings with rough kindness, and
Harry seized her little travelling bag, as if it were his especial
property.

Hatty was a particular little soul, and the way Meg took hold of the new
blue satin ribbons of her leghorn flat, hurt her as much as if Meg had
given her one of the twisting little pinches she knew so well how to
inflict. Hatty was going to twitch away, but instead of the twitch came
a bright blush on her cheek, that she should have so soon been near
being out of patience, when again among the little ones at home. As a
kind of punishment to herself, she let Meg lay aside her bonnet, and
suffered Harry to run off with her pretty travelling bag, without saying
a word.

"Where's Mother?" asked Hatty, eagerly, passing along the hall, and
going directly up stairs.

"Here, here, my child," said the mother, as she met her on the landing,
and folded her affectionately in her arms.

Very pleasant it was to Hatty to receive that mother's tender kiss, but
dearer still were the words which were, breathed in her ear: "God bless
you, my darling, you are dearer to me than ever."

Hatty understood her mother's earnest words, and she could have echoed
them, "you are dearer to me than ever." That was exactly what she felt.
The mother who had talked to her of the blessed Jesus, and taught her
His words and ways, was dearer than ever, now that she had resolved to
follow Him.

In silence Hatty and her mother ascended the short flight of stairs that
led to the upper hall; then the little girl asked eagerly--"But where is
the baby? I have not seen him yet--or Aunt Barbara, either."

"So you did think of Aunt Barbara. I didn't know but you had forgotten
me entirely, you were so taken up with your grandma," said the old lady,
coming slowly out of the nursery.

"No, indeed, I had not forgotten you," said Hatty, and she kissed her
affectionately.

Hatty had not forgotten Aunt Barbara; she had had painful reasons for
remembering her. The unfortunate, disrespectful words she had spoken to
the old lady, had risen up to her again and again, and made her pray
with double earnestness to be forgiven for Jesus' sake.

Aunt Barbara led the way to the nursery, and there on the bed lay the
baby, the pet of the house.

"O what a dear, tiny little creature!" said Hatty, bending over it, with
a look half wonder and half affection. "I never saw such a little baby
before; that is, I don't remember Harry very well, when he was so
young," she added, for Hatty was trying to be truthful, even about
trifles.

"Harry was twice as big at the same age," said Aunt Barbara. "He always
was a bouncer."

Hatty stooped down to kiss the wee mouth of the sleeping baby, but Aunt
Barbara pushed her roughly back, and said impatiently: "Don't, child!
don't, you'll wake him."

"Mamma does not say I mustn't!" sprang to Hatty's lips, for she was
sadly quick-tempered, but again a blush of shame took the place of
hasty words.

"He will wake soon," said Mrs. Lee, quickly but quietly, "and then,
Hatty, you can hold him in your arms; he is not much heavier than your
dolly, Susan."

"Thank you, Mother. I should like that," said Hatty; she felt that her
mother had wished to speak quickly to keep her from wrong words, and she
was grateful for the kindness that would help her to do right.

"Now, Hatty, you had better come to your room, and take off your
things."

"To _our_ room," said Meg, with a saucy, mischievous look.

Hatty turned towards her mother with a sudden glance of inquiry.

"Yes," said Mrs. Lee, "you are to have Meg for a room-mate." Hatty's
face flushed, and Mrs. Lee hastened to add, "I thought you would like to
help me, and you can do so best by taking Meg with you, and having a
little charge over her."

Hatty looked very soberly, as she answered, "I _should_ like to help
you, Mother."

Mrs. Lee opened the two lower drawers of the bureau, and said, "you see
I have put some of Meg's clothes here; when you need any more you can
come to me for them."

"But, Mother, where are all my presents, and my pretty things? That is
too bad! I have always kept them so nicely in those drawers!" said
Hatty, hastily.

Mrs. Lee did not speak for a moment; she opened a door leading into a
large lighted closet, and then said, "Here, my darling, you will have a
place for all you want to keep particularly nice; see, I have put your
presents in this drawer, and your books are there above, on the shelf. I
have put a little table here for your Bible, and you must not forget to
'enter into your closet,' to pray to Him who seeth in secret."

"O, Mother, you are so very kind and I am so very hasty," exclaimed
Hatty; "I will not forget to do as you say, for indeed I need it. You
will have to be very patient with me, Mother, for I am afraid I shall
have hard work to keep my resolutions."

"Trust in God for help to struggle against your faults, and in the end
you will conquer," said the mother, with an affectionate kiss, and then
she left her little daughter alone.

Hatty had led an easy, quiet life with her grandmother for the last
three months, and had had but little temptation to give way to her hasty
temper. Now she began to realize that it would be quite another thing,
where at almost every moment she was called on to give up her own will
and pleasure for that of others; but she was not disheartened. God has
promised to give his strength to those who really wish to serve Him, and
on this promise little Hatty relied. In her closet she knelt and asked
the blessing of Heaven on her poor efforts, and she rose cheerful and
happy.




III.


When Hatty had arranged her clothes once more neatly in her own room,
she began to wonder what had become of Marcus, and she concluded to go
in search of him; she met him in the hall. He seemed much excited, and
said, "O Hatty, what beautiful bantams! I have put them in a barrel, and
carried all the packages grandma sent, to the kitchen, and now I want to
know where we shall keep them?"

Hatty was not quite pleased that Marcus should take the bantams so
immediately under his protection, though she had brought them as a
present to him. She checked the feeling of annoyance, and said
pleasantly, "They are yours, Marcus, so you can plan for them as you
think best; but perhaps you could manage to make a coop, as you do not
go to school to-day."

Marcus was delighted with the presents, and resolved to set to work
immediately to get the pets into comfortable quarters before Sunday.

Hatty put on her sun-bonnet, and they both were soon very busy in the
yard, planning for the chicken coop with as much interest as if they
were going to build some wonderful specimen of architecture which all
the world would admire.

Marcus found in the wood-house a large packing box, and after much
hammering he succeeded in knocking out one side, so the chickens could
have their feet on the ground in their new home.

"Chickens are like the Irishman who liked a mud floor that would never
wear out, and never need washing," said Marcus, with the air of one who
was instructing some ignorant person.

"Yes, grandma has all her coops made that way," said Hatty, who was well
pleased to show that she understood the subject.

Marcus now selected a board of the right length, and had just begun to
split it up into slabs for the front of the coop, when he heard Aunt
Barbara's bed-room window go up.

Marcus did not raise his eyes, but he could not stop his ears, and he
had to hear the shrill tone that called out, "Stop! stop! Marcus Lee!"

Marcus rested his hatchet on the board, and looked up.

"You are a wasteful boy!" began Aunt Barbara. "You ought to be ashamed
to cut up that good board!"

"Don't mind her," said Marcus, in an undertone, as he resumed his work.

"Wait a minute, Marcus," said Hatty; and then raising her voice she
called out, "Aunt Barbara, we want a coop for the chickens--some dear
little bantams I brought from grandma's!"

"Chickens!" said Aunt Barbara, much as if she had said bears! "What on
earth did you bring them here for? why, they'll ruin everything in the
garden, and crow so in the morning nobody can sleep."

"We are going to shut them up, Aunt Barbara, and that will keep them out
of mischief," said Hatty, trying to speak pleasantly.

"Take your own way! take your own way! Its never any use for me to say
anything!" said Aunt Barbara, and her window was put down with such a
force that made the glass rattle.

Marcus had expected to hear Hatty answer in her usual hasty way, and he
was quite surprised to see that she did not seem at all angry, and now
had no unkind remarks to make about Aunt Barbara. He did not know that
Hatty had been obliged to cast one look up to the clear sky, to remember
the Great Being who was looking down upon her, before she dare trust
herself to speak, nor did he know that she was now wondering why Aunt
Barbara should be so unlike her dear, dear grandma.

Marcus kept steadily on at his work, but Hatty did not feel satisfied
about it until she had asked her mother if there was really any harm in
what they were doing. After Mrs. Lee had given them free permission to
go on, the morning passed pleasantly away in watching Marcus, and she
was quite surprised when the dinner bell rang.

"O dear!" said Hatty, "we shall have hardly time to put ourselves in
order for the table."

Although Marcus knew that it was his mother's express wish that he
should never come to the table without looking neat and tidy, he paid
little regard to his personal appearance; but there was something in
the eager way in which Hatty hastened to brush the hair she had been too
much inclined to neglect, that had its influence on him.

Hatty was in her seat before her father was at the table, and a pleased
smile crossed her face as she saw that Marcus had been using the clothes
brush, and combing his straight black hair off his high forehead.

The dinner hour was always a pleasant time at Mrs. Lee's, for then all
the family were together, and some interesting conversation was sure to
take place. Marcus was a restless boy, active in body and mind. He
enjoyed his father's society, and affected to think that he was the only
one in the family who was really a suitable companion for a boy of the
mature age of twelve!

Mr. Lee was a merchant; he had lately met with large losses, but he did
not allow himself to be saddened by misfortunes that left his home
untouched, and all his dear ones alive and well. Mr. Lee was a tall,
slender man, with a bright, expressive eye, and a large, pleasant mouth,
and his children thought him the handsomest man in Hyde, the large
inland town where he lived.

During the dinner-hour on the day about which we are writing, Mr. Lee
was talking of a plan for building an Orphan Asylum, about which the
citizens of Hyde were greatly interested.

Marcus listened to his father's remarks, and seemed to think himself
called upon to reply. He did so, and showed uncommon quickness and good
sense for a boy of his years in what he said. Mrs. Lee modestly made
some suggestions, which her husband thought particularly useful; but
Marcus' lip curled as his mother spoke, in a way which it was well for
him escaped his father's observation. After dinner, Mr. Lee was obliged
to hurry away, but not too soon to give Hatty a kiss, and to say to her
how pleasant it was to see her face once more at the table.

When Mr. Lee was gone, Mrs. Lee resumed the subject about which they had
been talking, and sketched what she thought would be an improvement on
the internal arrangement of the proposed building.

"Now don't, Mother!" said Marcus. "What do women know about such
things?"

"What do boys know? you had better say!" said Hatty, hastily taking
part with her mother.

"Any sensible boy of twelve knows more about such things than a woman!"
said Marcus, turning to leave the room.

"Stop, Marcus," said Mrs. Lee, gently.

Marcus stopped, but did not approach his mother. She stepped to his side
and said: "Marcus, there was once a boy of twelve who had more wisdom
than the learned doctors in the Jewish Temple. He, of course, knew more
than his mother. Yet he went down with her to Nazareth, and was subject
unto her. Even he was not above honoring his father and mother. Will you
not try to imitate him?"

Marcus was softened by his mother's gentle manner, and he answered: "If
I don't behave as I ought to you, Mother, it is a great shame;" and then
he was again turning away.

Again he was detained. Hatty laid her hand on his arm and said: "Marcus,
I did not speak rightly to you just now. I was angry. I am sorry." Hatty
blushed painfully when she spoke, and it was evident the acknowledgment
cost her a great effort.

"I did not notice it," said Marcus, hurrying away.

Hatty felt a little hurt at the way her apology was received, but her
mother took her by the hand, and said: "That is right, Hatty. Confess
your faults one to another, and pray one for another. You must not
forget Marcus in your prayers."

Hatty was silent a moment, and then her mother said: "Come now, my dear,
the baby is awake, and you will have an opportunity to see his queer
little blue eyes, and to hold him in your lap."

Hatty was delighted when she reached the nursery, to be allowed to take
the tiny being in her arms, and to hold his pretty soft hand in hers.

Meg and Harry seemed to think it was a very attractive sight to see
Hatty with the baby on her lap, and they left their soap-bubbles and
came to stand about her.

At this moment Aunt Barbara came in. She did not seem to notice Hatty
and the baby. Her eyes at once fell upon the bowl full of soap-suds Meg
had placed on a chair.

"Dear! dear!" exclaimed Aunt Barbara, "what are the children coming to?
Why, they waste soap as if it grew, instead of cost money! Here, Meg,
pour this away directly, and don't do such a thing again!"

"It won't help it to throw it away," said Meg. "I want to blow bubbles."

"Shan't have it! shan't have it!" said little Harry, holding tight to
the edge of the bowl with his little fat hands.

"Aunt Barbara," said Mrs. Lee, very gently, "I told the children they
might blow bubbles a little while this afternoon. Jane mixed the soap
for them, that they need not be wasteful."

"Its little use savin' in such a house as this!" said Aunt Barbara, and
she walked away as if she were particularly injured.

Marcus now came in to tell how happy and contented the chickens seemed
in the new coop. He saw some evidences of displeasure on the faces of
Meg and Harry, and he exclaimed, "I met Aunt Barbara in the hall, with
her indignation strut on. What's up?"

"Marcus, my son, I cannot bear to hear you speak in that way of any old
person, especially of Aunt Barbara."

"But she is too tiresome and provoking, Mother. If I want a piece of
twine for a kite-string she calls it wasteful, and--"

"Yes," broke in Meg, "and when I want to play tea, she won't let me have
a bit of milk or sugar,--that is, if mother is not here."

"Hush, hush, my children," said Mrs. Lee, with a look of pain. "Come,
sit down all of you, and I will tell you a story."

Marcus liked to hear stories as well as little Meg herself, and he
forthwith sat down on the floor, where he could look straight into his
mother's eyes.

Mrs. Lee began: "Once there was a little orphan girl, only seven years
old. Her father and mother died, and she did not know what was to become
of her. Now this little girl had an aunt, who was the widow of a
clergyman. This aunt had a little cottage of her own, and just enough
money to live quietly and comfortably by herself. She knew if she took
the little orphan to her home, she must deny herself a great many
comforts to which she had always been accustomed; but she resolved to do
it.

The little girl was very glad when she found that she was not alone in
the wide world, and she soon learned to love the kind aunt who did so
much for her.

Sometimes she was surprised to see what care her aunt took, that nothing
should be wasted; and she often wondered why her aunt did not buy
herself a new bonnet, or a new dress, which she seemed to need. She did
not know that her aunt had to practice so much care and economy, to give
her a home. By and by, when she grew older, she understood all this, and
tried to be like a daughter to the friend who had been so kind to her.
Her aunt's queer little ways only made her feel, then, that it was for
her she had learned to save even the shreds she cut off when she was
sewing. After the orphan girl was grown, she was married to a very kind
gentleman. This gentleman was so grateful to the aunt for her care of
the orphan, that he wanted her to come and live with them in her
comfortable home; but Aunt Barbara said--"

"There, there, Mother! you have let it out," exclaimed the children in a
breath.

"Don't, don't," said Hatty; "what did Aunt Barbara say, Mother?"

"She said, your old aunty is queer and notional, and maybe you would be
happier without her. No, no, let me stay here alone; I shall be quite
contented to know my little orphan is so well taken care of! It was of
no use urging Aunt Barbara, so we had to let her have her way. Now, my
children, you know how Aunt Barbara got her very economical ways, and I
hope you will have patience with her, for my sake."

"Indeed, I will!" said Hatty, looking up with her eyes full of tears.

"I won't tease her any more," said Meg, nestling at her mother's side.

Marcus was silent; he felt too deeply to speak, how ill a return he had
made to Aunt Barbara for her kindness to his mother.

"But how came Aunt Barbara here?" asked Hatty, with much interest.

"I will tell you," said Mrs. Lee. "We had been married three years, when
I had a little, helpless, sickly baby. I was too feeble to take proper
care of it, and your father was obliged to be too much away from home to
give me any help. Aunt Barbara heard how weak and pale I was looking,
and what a poor, suffering baby I had. Then the old lady let her little
home to a stranger, and came one day to us. She said she could not
sleep for thinking of me and the little one, and she had come to take
care of us. And what good care she took of us! She seemed to know just
what I wanted. I was young, then, and there were many things about which
I was as ignorant as you are. Aunt Barbara had nourishing food made for
me just when I needed it, she took the care of the housekeeping from me,
and so nursed me that I soon began to feel strong again. But I have not
told you about the poor baby. Aunt Barbara could not do too much for
that baby. It was a cross little thing, crying even when it was not
sick. Aunt Barbara was never out of patience with it. She attended to
its food, got up with it at night, and even when I was well enough to
take it with me again, she was hardly willing to give it up.

"All this watching and nursing was too much for Aunt Barbara; she has
never been well since. When her rheumatism keeps her awake at night, she
is often irritable and inclined to find fault the next day. When I feel
tempted to be out of patience with her, I have only to remember that it
was for me and my little baby she came here, and that for us she
wearied herself until her health gave way."

"Mother," said Hatty, in a whisper, "was I that little sickly baby that
Aunt Barbara was so patient with?"

"Yes, my darling," was Mrs. Lee's reply.

The many impertinent, hasty, impatient words that she had spoken to her
old aunt, returned to Hatty's mind, and she resolved to ask God to give
her strength to make amends for the past.

"It is a sad truth," said Mrs. Lee, "that old people have much less
patience shown towards them than little children have, yet they need it
quite as much. God has so arranged it, that those who are watched over
and taken care of when they are helpless babes, should in their turn
nurse and comfort the feeble old age of their parents. Remember, my
children, old age makes people in one way like infants; that is, it
leads them to be irritable and troublesome, and often helpless, and
these defects should be borne with tenderly, as your father or I would
soothe that dear baby on Hatty's lap. God has taught in his holy book
the greatest respect to the aged, and his eye sees with displeasure
even a rude look cast towards one who is grey-haired."

The children were all silent. Mrs. Lee saw that they were moved, and in
her heart she prayed that God would grant a blessing upon the earnest
words she had spoken, and save her dear ones from falling into the sin
so offensive to the Holy One of Israel.




IV.


When Hatty went to bed, on the evening of her return, she found Meg fast
asleep, and apparently as much at home as if she had always had a right
to talk of "our room," instead of being one of the children in the
nursery.

Hatty looked at the little brown face lying on the pillow, and the long
dark lashes hiding the mischievous eyes, and she felt that she loved her
little sister dearly, and would be willing to be put to a great deal of
inconvenience to be of service to her. When Hatty knelt that night in
the quiet closet her mother had given up to her use, she did not forget
to pray that she might be patient and gentle with Meg, and so win her
confidence as to be able to lead her to the Saviour, who loves to call
the little ones His own.

Hatty's short reading in the Bible that evening was about the
crucifixion of our Saviour, and as she prepared to lie down, she
wondered how he could have borne such suffering without one murmur.
Hatty had a perfect horror of pain. Her skin was thin and delicate, and
even the grasp of a rough hand on her arm was sure to leave a bruise.
Her usually pleasant face was clouded over by a scratch or a pin-prick,
and her tears often fell fast for a wound that many children would have
met with a smile. Hatty was naturally very sensitive to pain, and that
was not her fault; but she had never yet begun to try to bear it
patiently, as a part of her christian duty. As she lay down that night,
she resolved to be more patient under, little trials, and to make light
of little pains.

Hatty's new resolution was soon put to the test. She had hardly put her
head on the pillow, before she became conscious that her couch was
anything but a bed of roses.

Meg had consoled herself for going to sleep in a strange room by
herself, by munching hard crackers until that pleasure was lost in the
new joy of the dreams of childhood. The bed was strewn with the crumbs,
and through her thin night-dress Hatty could feel them in all
directions. After brushing them this way and that way, Hatty jumped out
of bed with an angry bound, and proceeded to light the candle and
rectify the mischief in a systematic manner.

"The troublesome little thing!" exclaimed Hatty, as she saw a half-eaten
cracker lying in Meg's loosened grasp. "She ought to be punished for
it!"

At that moment Hatty thought of her resolution to be patient under
trifling discomforts, and a feeling of mortification came over her. Very
quietly she brushed away the offending crumbs, gently she removed the
half-eaten cracker, and then she knelt to ask forgiveness for this new
exhibition of her hasty temper, ere she again lay down to rest.

Hatty was soon in a sweet sleep; but shortly after midnight she was
awakened by a feeling very much as if a broom-handle were thrust against
her, while at the same time Meg exclaimed, "Do move, Hatty, you crowd
so. I wish you would'nt come on my side of the bed."

Meg was a thin bony little creature, and the children all dreaded a
punch with her sharp elbows almost as much as one of her scientific
pinches.

Hatty's tender side actually ached, but she made an effort to say,
gently, "Meg, you must be dreaming; wake up!"

"I am not asleep at all!" said Meg, pettishly. "I wish you would move!"

Hatty passed her hand along the seam of the sheet (Mrs. Lee used her
old-fashioned sheets on the children's beds) to assure herself that she
was on her own side of the bed, and then she was going to tell Meg that
it was _she_ who was out of place; but something checked her, and she
only said, pleasantly, "Never mind, Meg, where the middle of the bed
is,--you shall have all the room you want;" and making way for her little
friend with the sharp elbows, Hatty composed herself again to sleep,
with a far happier feeling than if she had contended for her rights.

Once she was going to say, "O Meg, it hurts me still where you punched
me," but she checked the words, and thought how trifling was such a pain
compared with the nails in the hands of our great example, who has bid
us follow him in his patience, as well as in perfect purity.

Hatty's long ride from her grandmother's, a distance of sixteen miles,
and the excitement of her return home, made her sleep very soundly, when
not disturbed, and she would gladly have continued her nap until the
rousing bell gave forth its summons.

Meg was something like the uneasy birds who twitter at midnight on their
perches, and wake at dawn to sing, as if they never knew the need of
rest.

By the first grey streak of morning she began to stir, and was soon wide
awake and full of glee at finding herself in her new quarters.

Hatty turned her back resolutely, but in vain. Meg was not to be so
easily disposed of. Hatty was going to say some hasty words to Meg, as
she twitched away from her, when Meg pleaded, "Do wake up, sister Hatty.
It is Sunday morning."

"Sunday morning!" that thought brought Hatty to herself--and making an
effort to throw off her sleepiness, she turned towards Meg, and said,
"Well, then, give me a nice kiss to begin the day."

Meg gave the kiss with real good will, and then, nestling up close to
Hatty, she began to talk as if her tongue needed violent exercise to
make up for being quiet all night.

Before many minutes were over, Hatty had set that little tongue at
Sunday work, repeating all the hymns and Bible verses that Meg had
learned during the three months that Hatty had been away from home.

Meg was full of eager questions about her hymns and her verses, and
Hatty had an opportunity of giving the little one some sweet lessons
about the loving Saviour and what He wishes in His lambs, that she would
have lost if she had given way to her selfish wish for a longer nap.

We do not know, when we give way to our own whims, instead of being
unselfish, what opportunities of usefulness we may be losing. If we do
one duty well, some higher and more important duty generally follows
close upon it.

Hatty took a pleasure in making Meg look particularly nice that Sunday
morning, and she was well pleased when her mother smilingly remarked at
breakfast that Meg showed very plainly that she had fallen into good
hands. "Hatty needs a little attention, herself," added Mrs. Lee, and
she glanced at the irregular white line which separated the two heavy
masses of waving red hair on each side of Hatty's head.

Hatty would rather have gone without her breakfast than had her hair
parted. Hatty was apt to fret about being hurt all the while the
operation was going on, and Mrs. Lee actually dreaded to propose what,
if borne cheerfully, would have been but the work of a moment. Happily
for Hatty at that instant her thoughts were called in a different
direction by Marcus' sudden question--

"Where is Aunt Barbara this morning?"

Even the question showed some interest in the old lady; and Mrs. Lee
hailed it as an indication of a better state of feeling in her son.

"Aunt Barbara is not very well this morning; she did not get up as early
as usual," said Mrs. Lee.

"Shan't I go up to see if I can do anything for her?" said Hatty,
eagerly.

"She will be down soon, I think; but you may go," said the mother,
pleasantly.

Hatty ran up stairs, and knocked very gently on Aunt Barbara's door.

"Who is it? What do you want?" answered Aunt Barbara's voice from
within.

"It is Hatty. Can I do anything for you?" said the little girl.

"No!" was at first the decided answer; then followed a sudden call
"Stop, stop, child. Come in a moment."

Hatty stepped in, but felt like drawing back as Aunt Barbara stood
there, half dressed, with her grey hair uncovered, and her thin,
shrivelled arms bare.

"Don't stare as if you were frightened," said Aunt Barbara, quickly.
"Old people are not generally very beautiful to look at!"

"Can I do anything for you?" said Hatty, pleasantly.

"Yes, if you want to. I can't find my pocket. Perhaps you can see it."

Aunt Barbara wore a pocket tied on under her dress with a string, and
she had been for some moments looking for it, as she was ready to put it
on.

Hatty glanced round the room, and was delighted when she saw a piece of
white Marseilles peeping out from under the tumbled bed-clothes. She
sprang towards it, and handed the pocket to the old lady, who took it
without a word, and went on dressing herself.

Hatty began to pick up the things about the room, and to throw open the
bed; for she knew Aunt Barbara would not think of going down to
breakfast until the room was a little in order.

Aunt Barbara did not seem to notice her; but when she had tied the
strings to her close-quilted muslin cap, and pinned a broad black ribbon
round it, she said: "Come, now, child, its not worth while your
breakfast should get cold while you are waiting on me."

Hatty's face brightened, and she said, eagerly: "I should be glad to do
anything for you, Aunt Barbara."

"You may have more chance than you want, if I feel like this many
mornings," said Aunt Barbara, very sharply.

Aunt Barbara was not very pleasant at breakfast that morning. Nothing
seemed cooked to suit her. The fact was, the poor old lady was not well,
and had no appetite, and that made everything seem out of the way to
her.

Hatty could not help noticing how pleasantly her mother took Aunt
Barbara's comments on the breakfast, that would have put many
housekeepers out of patience. When nothing on the table seemed to suit
Aunt Barbara, Mrs. Lee quietly sent out for a bit of ham to be boiled;
and when it came in, she seemed pleased that the old lady ate a few
mouthfuls,--complaining at first that it was done a trifle too much, and
in the end making way with it all.

Mr. Lee did not seem to notice that Aunt Barbara was not well,--at least
he did not ask about her health; and Hatty thought at first it was not
quite right in her father, and she wondered that he should do anything
so unlike himself. By-and-by she noticed that all the topics he brought
up were such as were likely to interest Aunt Barbara. He spoke of
meeting an old minister who used to live near her own home, and told how
cheerfully he talked of his long, active life, and of the happy time
when he should meet his Master in heaven. Then he brought up the new
orphan asylum, which was always sure to enlist Aunt Barbara's
attention; and at last she seemed to forget her pains, while listening
to his account of the meeting on the subject he had attended the evening
before.

Hatty felt pleased as she saw the shadow passing from the old lady's
face, and she glanced across for Marcus to sympathize in her
satisfaction. He did not see her, but Hatty noticed that he placed a
comfortable chair, after breakfast, near the window where Aunt Barbara
best loved to sit, and drew a footstool up to it.

Marcus did not think that anybody observed him, but two hearts were made
glad by this little effort of kindness. Mrs. Lee and Hatty both saw that
Marcus' feelings towards Aunt Barbara had undergone a happy change.
Marcus' feelings had been touched, but feelings are a poor dependence
for doing right, without principle.

Hatty was delighted at the idea of going to church once more in her dear
native town. She felt that it would be a new and better thing to be
there, now that she could count herself among those who were glad at the
thought, "God is in His holy temple." Hatty began, in her impatience, to
make her preparations in very good season. She had laid out on her bed
all the things she expected to wear, when her mother called her to come
into the nursery.

Hatty went promptly as far as the door, but she moved across the floor
more slowly when she saw that her mother had a comb and brush in her
hand.

"I hope we shall have no trouble about the hair, this morning. It needs
parting, sadly," said Mrs. Lee, in her gentle way.

Hatty's mind was made up at that moment; her mother might pull as hard
as was necessary, _she_ would not say a word if it hurt her ever so
much.

Mrs. Lee used the comb very carefully, yet it was disagreeable, almost
painful to Hatty's delicate skin. She shut her mouth tight, however, and
thought of her resolution to bear little hurts pleasantly, and actually
got through without a murmur.

When the hair was brushed smoothly, Hatty's face looked very sweet from
the effort she had made to do right, and she well deserved the
affectionate kiss her mother pressed on her lips.

"Perhaps I could help Aunt Barbara get ready for church," said Hatty,
one right action leading to another.

"Aunt Barbara is not well enough to go, to-day. I am very sorry, on my
own account as well as on hers. It is Communion day, and I had hoped to
go to church, for the first time in many weeks."

"But cannot you go, Mother?" said Hatty, earnestly.

"No, my dear," said Mrs. Lee, quietly. "I do not like to leave Aunt
Barbara with no one to wait upon her. I promised Betsy, yesterday, that
she should go out this morning, and Jane will be busy with the baby and
Harry."

Hatty was silent for a moment; a struggle was going on in her mind. At
length she looked up with a beautiful, bright expression on her face,
and said, "I will stay with Aunt Barbara, if you could trust her with
me. I do not want you to be kept at home."

Mrs. Lee knew the effort it must have cost her little girl to give up
the pleasure for which she had been so eagerly preparing, but she did
not refuse her kind offer.

"Thank you, my darling; I shall feel quite easy leaving Aunt Barbara
with you. 'I was sick and ye visited me,' our Saviour says, and then
adds, 'Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these, ye
have done it unto me.' That thought makes taking care of the sick doubly
pleasant. And now, darling, instead of putting on your own things, which
are all laid out so nicely, you will have to help me to get ready."

Hatty was glad to be kept very busy that she might not have a moment to
regret her choice, and she made herself so actively useful, that Mrs.
Lee was not at all too late in joining the group waiting for her in the
hall below.

"Why! are you not going, Hatty?" exclaimed Marcus, as his sister
appeared at her mother's side.

"Hatty is going to stay with Aunt Barbara. She may need some attention,
and I did not like to leave her alone," said Mrs. Lee.

Marcus looked up in surprise. He knew with what eagerness Hatty had
spoken in the morning of being at church, and could not but wonder at
the sudden change,--she looked so cheerful. One glance at the sweet,
bright expression of her face, convinced him of the generous motive that
had kept her at home. Marcus began to think there was some strength in
Hatty's new resolution to do right.




V.


Aunt Barbara's room was in the back building, and the entrance to it was
on the first landing to the front stairs. The old lady had chosen that
room, when she came to Mrs. Lee's, because no one had ever occupied it;
for she said, "I never did turn anybody out, and I never mean to."

There Aunt Barbara had collected about her all her favorite pieces of
old-fashioned furniture, her dark mahogany secretary-bureau, with its
bright brass rings held fast in the mouths of wrinkled old brass faces,
and her curtained bed, with all its festoons and fringes.

When Hatty stepped into the room, she saw Aunt Barbara sitting
bolt-upright in a stuff, straight-backed chair, and looking not much in
the humor for little visitors.

"Aunt Barbara, mother thought perhaps you would like some one with you
this morning, and so I have brought in my Sunday books, and will sit
here, if you like," said Hatty, in a cheerful tone.

"I don't mind your sitting here, if you choose," was the old lady's
reply.

Hatty did not know what to say next, so she mounted into one of the
high, stiff chairs, and took up a book and tried to read. Her eyes would
wander to Aunt Barbara, sitting up straight and still, and looking out
of the window at the sky. At length Hatty said, "Do lie down, Aunt
Barbara; I am sure you would be more comfortable. Let me fix your
pillows nicely for you."

"I never go to bed when I can sit up. I was not brought up to loll about
and make myself sick by being lazy," said Aunt Barbara.

Hatty tried to read for a few moments more; then Aunt Barbara moved, and
she looked at her again.

The old lady evidently wanted something she could not find in her
pocket, and yet did not feel like getting up.

Hatty glanced her eyes round the room, and saw Aunt Barbara's
spectacles on the mantel-piece.

She jumped up and handed them to her. "You may give me my Bible, if you
choose," said Aunt Barbara, in a pleasanter tone than she had used that
morning.

Hatty laid the great Bible on Aunt Barbara's lap, and for a few moments
the old lady seemed nodding; but she soon began to rub her spectacles as
if they were not clean, and then she put her hand to her head, and said,
"old folks can't sit and read all day like young ones."

"That is just what grandma tells me," said Hatty; "and she says young
people ought to remember that, and learn a great many Bible verses to
think about when they are too sick or too old to read."

"But if they did not do that when they were young," said Aunt Barbara,
"did grandma say what they should do then?"

"She did not say anything about that," said Hatty, looking puzzled. In
another moment she added, in her most pleasant way, "would not you like
me to read to you a little, Aunt Barbara?"

"If you can make that little tongue of yours go slow enough, for me to
understand, you may try," said Aunt Barbara.

Hatty drew her chair close up to Aunt Barbara, and was going to ask when
she should begin, when the old lady said, pettishly, "Go round to the
other side, child! don't you know that's my deaf ear?" Hatty moved as
she was requested, and then Aunt Barbara told her to read the 103d
Psalm. Hatty was a very pleasant reader, and she had lately taken great
pains not to speak too rapidly.

Aunt Barbara must have been pleased, for she kept Hatty reading,
reading, until the family came home from church; and when she turned to
leave the room, she said, "Thank you, child; I think going to your
grandma's has done you good."

Mrs. Lee had not told Aunt Barbara of Hatty's letter about her new
resolutions, yet the old lady felt that some change must have taken
place in Hatty to make her willing to give up her own pleasure to sit in
that quiet room with a sick, fretful old woman, as Aunt Barbara knew
herself to be that morning.

Hatty enjoyed her afternoon at Sunday school all the more for the
sacrifice she had made; and when the children all gathered in the parlor
before tea to say their catechism and Bible verses to their father, she
felt as if she were one of the happiest little girls in the world.

Mrs. Lee was all the afternoon with Aunt Barbara, and when night came
the Doctor was sent for, and Jane and Betsy were called in to help Mrs.
Lee to get the poor old lady into bed, for she was very sick.

The Doctor looked soberly, and said the disease must have been coming on
some time--that there was a great deal of irritation in her system, and
he could not say how her sickness might end.

Hatty and Marcus heard the Doctor say these words in the hall as he went
out. The tears came into Hatty's eyes, and she said to her brother, "How
I wish we had never spoken a wrong word to Aunt Barbara!"

Marcus did not reply, but he walked away to his room, to lie awake with
sad, repentant thoughts.

Mrs. Lee had no idea how rude her children had often been to Aunt
Barbara; her presence had been some check upon them, though she had
heard enough to give her pain. Aunt Barbara had led for many years a
quiet life, and the noise and restlessness of children tired and worried
her; and latterly she had been far from well.

Mrs. Lee had been for some weeks confined to her room, and during this
time Aunt Barbara had had much to bear from Marcus and the little ones;
but she never complained to Mrs. Lee, though she daily grew more harsh
in her own manner to the children.

A little gentleness, a little patience on the part of those who were
young, healthy and happy, would have done much to make poor old Aunt
Barbara more pleasant and cheerful.




VI.


Now came an anxious period in Hatty's home. Mrs. Lee, and a nurse who
was hired for the purpose, spent their time in Aunt Barbara's room,
while the Doctor came and went with a troubled, serious air.

On Hatty, meanwhile, fell the care of Meg and Harry. Hatty found having
Meg in her room by no means so troublesome as she had expected. Meg's
desire to meddle with Hatty's things, and to put them out of order,
seemed to have gone now that she could say "our room." She even made
herself a kind of guardian against Harry's inroads; and when she heard
his little feet pattering that way, she would get in advance of him with
her swift skips, and have the door shut before he reached it.

Hatty found it quite impossible to keep the children quiet, so she
managed to have them in the garden as much as she could, in pleasant
weather, that they might not disturb Aunt Barbara.

At the foot of the wide walk that led down between the flower beds, was
a pleasant arbour, and here Hatty made a kind of a little home of her
own. Marcus put up a tight box on one of the seats, and there Hatty kept
a store of books and playthings for herself and the children, to make
the place attractive, and looked so bright and happy herself, that when
Marcus came from school he was glad to leave the dull, quiet house, to
join the circle in the arbour.

Hatty was busy sewing there, one day, while Meg made a parasol for her
doll, of a maple leaf, and Harry drew a long-necked squash up and down
the walk for a carriage. Suddenly Hatty heard Marcus come out the back
door, whistling a cheerful tune. Hatty tucked her work in her pocket,
and quickly picked up some bits of bright-colored worsted that were
scattered over her dress.

Marcus came down the walk, kicking a ball before him, and leaped into
the arbour with a regular bound.

"Well, Hatty," he exclaimed, "I was head of my class to-day, and did
not get a mark for being late, either. So I stand a chance for the prize
yet."

"Were you not late?" asked Hatty, with surprise.

"O yes!" answered Marcus, with a laugh. "The boys were all on their
knees when I went in, but I opened the door quietly, and nobody heard
me; so I got off famously."

"But what did you say when your name was called? You did not tell an
untruth, Marcus?" said Hatty, anxiously.

"No, indeed!" said Marcus, indignantly. "I am above that!"

"I don't understand it at all," said Hatty, uneasily.

"Why, this was the way. When Mr. Briggs called over the names for
punctuality, some how or other his attention wandered just before he got
to my name, and he skipped it, so I did not have to answer at all. After
Mr. Briggs went out I looked at my name, and there was a cross after it
for punctual; so you see it is all right, and my chance for the prize is
as good as ever."

"I would rather have a brother who told the truth, than one who got the
prize," said Hatty, earnestly. "Dear Marcus, won't you tell Mr. Briggs
about it?"

"I shall do no such thing. Girls are so silly! You never can make them
understand anything," said Marcus, hastily.

But Hatty did understand. She felt that Marcus had acted a lie for the
sake of winning the prize he so greatly desired. She knew he would be
angry if she said anything more about it; but she could not be silent
and let him do wrong, without one more effort. After a moment, in which
she asked God to help her to keep down her own quick temper if Marcus
should make a harsh reply, Hatty said:

"Marcus, you know what mother tells us about the book where what we call
secret things are written down, to be read on the great day when all
things will be known. Something will stand against your name, there,
worse than a mark for being unpunctual. Dear Marcus, do tell the truth,
and not mind the prize. You will not care about the prize when you are
happy with the beautiful angels in Heaven; but you will love to remember
how you did right, when it came so very hard."

It had cost Hatty a great effort to say all this, and now she burst
into tears.

"Girls are so silly!" said Marcus, impatiently. "I wish you would not
set up to lecture me, Miss?" and the brother walked angrily away.

"For shame! For shame!" shouted little Meg, who had been an unnoticed
listener to the conversation, and her slender finger was pointed at her
brother. He took no notice of her; and she turned to Hatty, and threw
her arms round her neck, and said: "Don't cry, sister. Meg will be a
good girl. I will try very hard."

"Will you, Meg?" said Hatty, brightening. "Then I shall be very happy."

Now Meg had only wanted to say something to comfort Hatty, and had
spoken the first words that came into her mind, without thinking what
they meant. When she saw Hatty seem so much pleased, she thought to
herself: "I do mean to try, if Hatty wants it so very much."

At that moment Harry's voice was heard in loud, angry screams. Hatty and
Meg ran to the spot from whence they came. Marcus walked sheepishly
away, as they appeared, ashamed to own that in his ill-humor he had
been teasing his little brother.

Harry was a sweet-tempered, affectionate little fellow, ready to put up
his mouth to kiss anybody who smiled upon him; but now he had been too
far provoked to bear all patiently.

Marcus had run away with his yellow carriage and dashed it against a
stone, until all the seeds that had been riding about so comfortably
were scattered far and wide on the grass. Then, because he looked
displeased, and said, "Naughty boy!" Marcus had perched him on the high
chicken-coop, and left him to scream for himself, or roll off as he best
could.

Hatty took the little fellow in her arms and wiped away his tears. She
promised to hunt with him for a "beautiful squash," larger than the one
he had lost,--and he was soon comforted, and began to smooth her face and
say, "Dear Hatty--Hatty so dood."

"Yes, Hatty is so good," echoed Meg.

"Sister is only trying to be good," said Hatty, modestly. But the praise
of the little ones went to her heart.

Marcus was sulky towards Hatty all the noon. He did not go out to help
her feed the bantams, though she went through the room where he was,
with the food in her hand, to give him a chance, if he wished, to join
her pleasantly.

Hatty loved her brother, and since she had been making an effort to
govern her temper, she had enjoyed being with him. He, too, found in her
a very pleasant companion. She was ready to listen to him when he
talked, and let herself be instructed, though she sometimes knew as much
as he did about the subjects of which he was speaking. Marcus did not
teaze Hatty much of late, as she had learned to laugh, herself, even
when he warmed his hands by her red hair, or asked her if she was so
hot-tempered that she had set her head on fire in a passion.

Marcus was glad that day when it came time for him to go to school
again, though he generally thought the intermission quite too short. He
missed Hatty, and he felt uneasy about what she had said. An
uncomfortable feeling was at his heart. He was acting a lie! The truth
had been plainly told him, and he could not forget it.




VII.


Marcus was very cross to Hatty for a day or two after their conversation
in the arbour; and whenever he was in the house he kept the children
perpetually uncomfortable with his teasing.

Hatty had all this to bear in silence, for she would not trouble her
mother with complaints when she had so much on her mind.

Saturday came, and Marcus was to be at home all day. Hatty actually
dreaded it. She did not know how she should get through so many hours,
with Marcus about the house, so she resolved to go early to the arbour,
and perhaps he would not follow her there.

Marcus lounged about by himself for a while, and at last, out of
loneliness, he went down to the arbour, too.

Hatty looked up pleasantly as he drew near, and said: "Why can't you
get a book, Marcus, and read something to Meg and me?"

"To Meg and you!" said Marcus, contemptuously. "A pretty business for a
boy of twelve!"

Hatty did not like contempt, and she answered, hastily: "I am only two
years younger than you are, and mother says I am farther advanced in
some of my studies!"

"Hurrah for the red-head; touch her, and she goes off like a brimstone
match!" said Marcus, triumphantly, for he was tired of having all the
crossness on his own side.

"Hatty's hair isn't red," said Meg, angrily. "I heard a lady say, the
other day, it was beautiful auburn hair; and she said Hatty was
sweet-looking and good, and that is more than anybody will say of you."

"Bad boy! bad boy! Go away!" said Harry, lifting his fat little leg and
trying to kick Marcus with his wee foot.

Hatty could not reprove the children, for she herself had set the
example of speaking angry words.

Heartily ashamed of herself, she said: "I am very sorry I spoke so to
you, Marcus; it was not right. I ought not to mind being put with Meg,
for she is a dear little girl, and I love her very much."

"And I love Hatty, and you shan't be cross to her," said Meg, putting
her arms round Hatty.

"It was Hatty who was cross," said the little girl, sadly. "Poor Hatty
is only _trying_ to be good. She does wrong very, very often."

"Hatty dood! Hatty dood!" said Harry, nestling at her side.

Marcus walked away, without saying another word. He took his
fishing-rod, and Hatty saw him no more that day.

When Marcus came home in the evening he was very tired. The family had
all done supper. He took what he wanted, alone, and then went up to bed
without saying "good-night" to any body. When he got into his own room,
he saw on the floor by his bed a beautiful pair of slippers, with dogs'
heads worked neatly upon them. He took off his heavy shoes. How
comfortable the slippers felt to his tired feet! Such an excellent
fit--so loose and easy! "How kind in mother to make them!" he thought.
"When could she have had the time."

Marcus was going to rush to the door of Aunt Barbara's room to thank his
mother, when he saw a little note lying on the table. He broke it open
and read:

"Dear Marcus: It has made me very sad all the week to think you were
displeased with me. I love you very dearly, and cannot bear to have you
look at me as if you did not care for me. I know I made you angry by
speaking about the mark at school. If I had not cared for you I should
not have spoken as I did. I hope you will yet tell Mr. Briggs. Perhaps I
am too naughty myself to give anybody advice. Please forgive me all I
have ever done wrong to you.--I began to work these slippers as soon as I
got home from grandma's, and they were only finished this week. I hope
they will fit you.--Won't you be pleasant to-morrow morning to your
sister Hatty?"

Marcus read the note, with the slippers on his feet. He felt ashamed of
his unkindness to his little sister, and he resolved to meet her
pleasantly in the morning. Marcus did not go to sleep until late that
night, but we will not tell what was the subject of his thoughts.

The next morning Marcus' ill humor seemed to have all passed away. He
made no apology to Hatty for his late rudeness, but she was generous
enough to forget the past. She did not now in her turn sulk and pout,
and so keep up the quarrel, but she received him as cheerfully as if
nothing had happened.

Marcus wore the new slippers, and declared he had never had a present
that suited him better, and Hatty was repaid for all her trouble.

Hatty fancied that at church Marcus was more attentive than usual, and
once she thought she saw him wipe his eyes, as if he were affected by
something the clergyman said; but she was soon afraid she had been
mistaken, for he began to look about as usual, and even exchanged a
glance of recognition with one of his acquaintances in the gallery.

Hatty felt anxious for her brother, and she was particularly tender and
kind in her manner towards him all day, and in the evening, when she
went to bed, she prayed earnestly that God would soften his heart, and
lead him to do right. Hatty had not forgotten that Marcus had acted a
lie, and she remembered that our Heavenly Father is "a God who hateth a
lie."




VIII.


Monday morning rose bright and clear. For many days Aunt Barbara had
been steadily gaining, and now she was coming down stairs, for the first
time. Hatty felt it a pleasure to wait upon her mother, while she
assisted the old lady to dress, and even Marcus seemed pleased to be
useful. He and Jane carried down the old-fashioned easy chair, which
Aunt Barbara particularly fancied, and then he drew a small table near
it, placed a footstool beside it, and stood waiting to see if he could
be of any further assistance. Mr. Lee helped Aunt Barbara down very
tenderly, and looked at her as affectionately as if she were a dear
little child instead of a poor invalid, tottering with age and sickness.

Marcus expected to hear Aunt Barbara say, "This room is too light for
anybody," or "My! who could have chosen such a place for my chair?" but
he was mistaken.

Aunt Barbara sunk down among the pillows which Hatty had arranged, quite
exhausted, and for a while was too weak to say one word. Mrs. Lee
brought her a glass of wine, and a light biscuit, and when Aunt Barbara
had taken them she seemed better.

Then she looked round the cheerful library, and said, "How pleasant it
is here, and how nicely you have prepared for me! And you helped, too,
Marcus; that was kind!"

"I am very glad you are pleased!" said Marcus; and away he ran to
school, feeling more light-hearted than he had done for many days. Mrs.
Lee said she would take care of the children in the nursery, as Jane
must be busy, and leave Hatty with Aunt Barbara. Hatty was glad to be
trusted, and she brought her sewing, and took a low seat near the old
lady.

Aunt Barbara did not seem inclined to talk at first, and Hatty kept very
quiet, though every now and then she opened her mouth as if she were
going to speak, and then shut it again quickly.

Hatty had learned that there are often times when older people do not
care to hear even pleasant young voices. She had found out that a little
happy child may show a great deal of unselfishness by keeping quiet,
when she would gladly let her tongue speak out the joy that is in her
heart. Hatty tried to think over all the hymns she had ever learned, and
so be silent until Aunt Barbara should choose to speak.

Hatty's lips were beginning to feel quite stiff with their unusual
effort, when Aunt Barbara said, "Hatty, my dear."

Hatty looked up suddenly, (Aunt Barbara had never called her "my dear"
before,) but she only said "What, ma'am," and then waited to see what
would come next.

"Do you love your grandma?" asked Aunt Barbara.

"Indeed I do!" said Hatty, warmly. "She is the dearest and sweetest old
lady in the world!"

"She is older than I am, I believe, and a great deal more wrinkled,--at
least I have heard so!" said Aunt Barbara.

"I don't know, I never thought about that; she looks very sweet to me!"
said Hatty, with a puzzled look.

"I have had a notion," said Aunt Barbara, "that children did not like
old people, and perhaps I have not tried to make myself pleasant to
them. Do you think if I tried to be like your grandma you could love me,
too?" and the old lady looked earnestly at the little girl.

"O Aunt Barbara, I love you now!" said Hatty affectionately; "and you
grow more like grandma every day."

"Dear child!" said Aunt Barbara, and she laid her thin hand on the head
of the little girl. After a moment's pause she went on--"Hatty, I think I
must have been very cross before I was sick; somehow everything seemed
wrong to me. I am sorry!"

"I and Marcus and Meg and all of us are sorry we were so naughty. It was
our fault, Aunt Barbara,--and we mean to be better," said Hatty, eagerly.

"Poor old Aunt Barbara did wrong, too, child. God has laid her on her
bed of sickness to think, and he has raised her up again for some good
purpose. Perhaps he wanted to give her an opportunity to be more like
what a person ought to be, who has had more than seventy years of
blessings, and who has the promise of a home in Heaven. Aunt Barbara
means to try not to be fretful, and you children must have patience with
her if she don't always speak just as she should."

The old lady was in earnest, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Hatty rose and wiped them away,--then she kissed Aunt Barbara, tenderly,
and said, "We will never think any harm of what dear Aunt Barbara
says,--for we all love you, and mean to make you very happy."

Aunt Barbara now asked Hatty to sing some sweet hymns; and she looked so
quiet and peaceful as she listened, that Hatty could not help thinking
that Jesus must be very near to old people, who are almost at the golden
gate of Heaven.

From that time Hatty was much with Aunt Barbara; and it was touching to
see how hard the old lady tried to be gentle and pleasant.

Hatty's example had a great influence on the other children. Meg learned
to skip more softly as she passed Aunt Barbara's door; and Harry never
ate an orange without pattering along to Aunt Barbara's room, to give
her a taste.

In their hearts the children often acknowledged that it was their own
thoughtlessness which had brought about much of the old lady's
harshness; and now that they were more gentle and considerate, they
found her a dear, kind friend, who had pleasant stories to tell, of days
gone by; and with her Hatty had many sweet talks of the loving Saviour,
whom they were both striving to serve.




IX.


When Marcus came home from school on Monday afternoon, Hatty was in the
garden, picking a bouquet to put in Aunt Barbara's room. He stepped
quietly behind her and put his hands round her waist, before she heard
him coming.

She looked round, expecting to see his face full of fun; but it was very
sober,--and he said, quietly,

"I have lost the prize, Hatty!"

"Did you miss a lesson to-day!" said Hatty, eagerly.

"I have not made a mistake this term, and I don't mean to, if I can help
it," said Marcus, rather proudly.

"Not a mark for misconduct?" said Hatty, anxiously.

"A mark for tardiness stands against my name. I have told Mr. Briggs."

Hatty turned towards her brother, and kissed him tenderly. He did not
push her away, but, putting his arm round her waist, he walked a few
moments along the path in silence; then he said, "I have had a talk with
Mr. Briggs, that I hope I shall never forget. I thank you, Hatty, for
being a true sister to me."

Here Marcus broke away from Hatty, and ran into the house before she
could speak a word in reply.

Hatty finished gathering the flowers, but her thoughts were not on her
bouquet, but on her brother. In her heart she thanked God for prompting
him to take this first right step, and earnestly she prayed that he
might go steadily forward in the path that leadeth unto life.




X.


The weeks flew by, and Aunt Barbara was able first to take a short
drive, and then to be in the air hour after hour.

One Saturday Mr. Lee pushed back his chair, after dinner, and looking
pleasantly round on his children, said, "What do you all say to a visit
to Mr. Sparrow's peach orchard to-day?"

The young faces flushed back a glad response, and every little voice was
raised in a joyous welcome to the proposal.

"Aunt Barbara must go, too," said Meg, giving the old lady a protective
look, which, although it was quite absurd, sprang from real kindness.

"Yes, Aunt Barbara must go, of course," said Mr. Lee, smiling.

"And Hatty, Hatty so dood," put in Harry, as he laid his plump hand
caressingly on Hatty's white arm.

"Yes, every one must go, if the carriage is as full as the shoe where
the old woman lived, with that wonderfully large family."

"I hope none of us will have to be whipped and sent to bed," said Meg,
laughingly.

"No, no. You shall all have peaches and bread, instead," said Mr. Lee,
with a quizzical look.

The children all laughed so much at what they thought a charming
witticism on their father's part, that they could hardly hear his voice
when he spoke again to say they must be ready in an hour; and then away
he went, to give orders about the carriage.

At the first mention of the excursion Marcus had darted away to get his
fishing-tackle in order; for he knew there was a famous trouting stream
on Mr. Sparrow's farm, and he meant to have sport, for which he cared
more than for bushels of peaches.

The hour passed quickly away in busy preparation for the coming
pleasure, and all were ready when the great family carriage Mr. Lee had
borrowed from his brother, came up to the door.

The horses seemed as full of glee as the children, and Mr. Lee could not
leave them to attend to the ladies. Marcus assisted Aunt Barbara very
carefully down to the gate, and handed her in so dexterously that she
was able to take her seat without complaining of twisting her joints
with the exertion. Then Mrs. Lee was escorted with great ceremony, by
Marcus, and placed at Aunt Barbara's side. Jane (with the baby in her
arms) and Hatty took up the middle seat. Marcus was to sit with his
father,--but what was to become of Harry and Meg. The little things
looked disconsolate as they saw the places filling up; but Hatty called
out, cheerily, "I will hold Meg," and Marcus said, almost in the same
breath, "Harry must sit on my knee, that all the gentlemen may be
together."

"All de dentlemen todedder!" said Harry, with a pompous look, as he
stood ready to be lifted to the place of honor assigned him.

"Now are all packed in tight?" said Mr. Lee, as he drew up the reins in
his hand.

"All right!" was the merry shout within, and away went the horses, as
if they enjoyed the sport.

The swift motion through the cool air made Hatty glad to draw close
round her the shawl she had thrown over her bare neck and arms; and Mrs.
Lee reached forward to fold the baby's blanket closely about it.

Hatty soon found Meg rather heavy, and she might have made the whole
party uncomfortable by complaining,--but she had learned that one way of
doing right is, to check all complaints about trifles, and to be as
cheerful as possible.

After a while Meg slipped quietly down into the bottom of the carriage,
and said she had a charming seat there on the baby's strong basket. She
did not say that she saw sister Hatty was weary, and wished to relieve
her. Little Meg was learning something of Christian kindness; so true is
it that where one child in a family is really trying to do right, all
the others soon catch something of her spirit.

It was a real treat to the children to be fairly outside the town, among
green fields and pleasant woods. Mrs. Lee had to keep her head bobbing
this way and that way, to see a flock of turkeys that made Meg laugh;
or a wild flower that pleased Hatty; or a "pretty moo cow" that Harry
thought quite extraordinary.

Marcus, meanwhile, was sitting up beside his father, and trying to talk
learnedly of "crops and fallow-land, good timber, and pretty fair
orchards." His father listened when he spoke, and quietly corrected his
mistakes, without showing him the least sign of contempt, or making him
feel his youth unnecessarily.

Mr. Lee saw that Marcus was bent upon appearing like a man, and he only
tried to make him a sensible, accurate little man, instead of putting
him down in a way likely to provoke him.

All Marcus' _mannish_ ways went off, suddenly, when the carriage drew up
at Mr. Sparrow's door. He leaped from his seat, and without waiting to
hand out the ladies and children, he gave a merry shout, and started off
for the brook at a pace that most men find neither easy nor comfortable.

Good farmer Sparrow was away in the orchard; but stout Mrs. Sparrow
helped Aunt Barbara out as well as if she had been a man; and by that
time Mr. Lee had tied the horses, and was ready to lift down the
children; Meg came out with a flying skip, and Hatty bounded down
cheerfully; but Harry was so sleepy, that his father had to lift him as
if he were a bag of meal.

The sight of the peach orchard was enough to fill the children with
astonishment,--the rich fruit looked so beautifully, hanging on the
bending boughs. Aunt Barbara was placed on a comfortable chair by the
window; Mrs. Lee took the baby,--and then Jane and the children went out
into the peach orchard, with Mrs. Sparrow.

The farmer's wife knew exactly to what trees to take them; and she
reached up and picked two of the largest peaches Hatty had ever seen,
and placed one in the little girls' hands. Away went Hatty back to the
house with her treasures, and when she had given them to Aunt Barbara
and her mother, she was ready for her own pleasure.

Hatty was learning to think of others first, even in trifles.

Mrs. Lee had told the children just how many peaches they must eat; and
after they had come up to the number she named, they enjoyed going
about with Mrs. Sparrow, and watching her while she filled the large
basket that had been placed in the carriage, in front of Mr. Lee, for
the purpose. Hatty could not help thinking, as she looked at the trees
loaded with the beautiful fruit, how kind it was in our Heavenly Father
to make so much that is "pleasant to the eye and good for food," that we
may take without breaking any of his commandments. She pitied poor Eve,
if the forbidden fruit looked anything like those tempting peaches, and
was glad that there was no "serpent" at farmer Sparrow's that pleasant
day.

Hatty forgot that there is temptation every where, if not quite in the
form that was tried upon Eve.

After the children had enjoyed the orchard to their hearts' content,
little Harry grew tired, and Jane took him to rest. Mrs. Sparrow and her
strong maid carried in the heavy basket of peaches, and Hatty and Meg
had permission to wander about to look at the chickens, the bee-hives,
or anything else that might interest them.

Meg was full of glee, and would gladly have chased the chickens, handled
the young ducks, and teazed the turkey-gobbler till he was quite in a
passion. Hatty checked her as gently as she could, and managed to keep
her for some time from doing any actual mischief.

Meg was charmed when she got to the bee-hives. She had lately heard
Marcus discoursing, in his most learned manner, as to the habits and
peculiarities of bees, and she was curious to see these wise little
insects in their own home.

Hatty was glad to find her at last so absorbed as to be willing to be
quiet a moment, and, a little relieved from her anxiety, she turned away
to look at a curious plant that was growing in a small swampy place,
into which the surplus water from the large back-yard was made to flow.

The plant was, indeed, worth looking at; it was the pitcher plant, or
side-saddle-flower,--every leaf of which is so formed as to hold water.
She walked round and round it, looking into each pitcher-like leaf, and
thinking of the wonderful variety which God has chosen to make even in
the forms of the leaves, not to speak of the many-hued flowers.

Turning accidentally towards Meg, Hatty saw her slender brown arms
pushing with all their might against one of the hives, and it was
evident from Meg's determined air that she had made up her mind to do
something--some mischief, Hatty concluded, of course, and hurried to the
spot.

She only reached it in time to see the hive tumbling over, while a swarm
of angry bees came forth to avenge themselves for this overthrow of
their home.

The very impulsiveness of character, which made Hatty open to temptation
from a hasty temper, now made her think and act quickly.

She saw at once the danger that Meg was in, from the angry insects. It
was but the work of a second for Hatty to throw her light shawl
completely over Meg--the child's straw hat--holding it at such a distance
from her face and arms that the stings of the insects could not reach
her.

Then, with one hand, Hatty held her white sun-bonnet close together in
front, while she extended the other, to lead Meg.

Over Hatty's bare neck and arms the bees now settled, and began to vent
their anger in sharp stings that made her scream with pain.

The cries of the children quickly brought Mr. Lee and Farmer Sparrow,
who had been taking a survey of the place, together.

Farmer Sparrow bade Mr. Lee keep at a distance, as soon as he saw, from
the over-turned hive, and from the moving black spots on Hatty's fair
neck and arms, what was the matter.

Mr. Lee found it hard to keep away from his children when they were in
such trouble, but he knew it was best to obey.

With a dexterous turn of the shawl, Farmer Sparrow shut the bees up in
it, while he bade Meg run for her life. She needed no second command,
and was soon sobbing in her father's arms.

The few bees who had escaped from the shawl settled upon Farmer Sparrow,
but he minded them no more than if they were so many flies, for the
sagacious insects knew him too well to sting him.

"Stand quite still, child!" said Farmer Sparrow to Hatty, in a tone of
command. It would have been hard for Hatty to obey, covered as she was
with the tormenting bees, but for the belief that the prayer for help
that she had sent up to God in her distress was about to be answered.
One by one Farmer Sparrow picked off the bees with his hands, and
slipped them into the shawl, which he held like a bag. They seemed to
own him as a master, and not one offered him a disrespectful sting.

When Hatty was freed from her tormentors she was in a piteous plight,
her neck and arms being spotted over with the painful stings. Hatty
struggled hard to bear them patiently, and Farmer Sparrow declared she
was a perfect soldier.

Mrs. Lee and Mrs. Sparrow were now on the spot. The latter hastened to
bind indigo on the wounded parts, and poor Hatty soon presented an odd
appearance, her white face peering out from her blue wrappings.

Farmer Sparrow excused himself from any further attendance upon the
party, as he must secure his beloved bees ere they were lost to him.

The sun was now sinking in the west, and Marcus, laden with the results
of his successful trouting, came whistling up to the farmhouse. He
heard, in silence, the story of Hatty's misfortune; but when his mother
came quite to the end, Marcus walked up to his sister, and kissing her
fondly, said: "You are a splendid girl, Hatty. You ought to have been a
boy!" Then, turning to Meg, his indignation burst upon her, and he could
not find words strong enough to express his anger at her mischief, and
his conviction of the severity of the punishment she deserved.

Meg could only reply in sobs.

"Poor Meg is punished sufficiently by seeing her sister suffer. I think
she will not soon forget this lesson!" said Mrs. Lee, kindly.

"Meg did not know the harm she was doing!" added Hatty, pleadingly.

"I only wanted to look inside," said poor Meg, in the midst of her sobs.
"I thought the wise little bees knew too much to hurt us!"

"I hope my little Meg will remember, hereafter, 'to touch not, taste
not, handle not' what is not her own," said Mrs. Lee, soberly.

"Indeed, I will try," answered Meg, earnestly. "Do kiss me, Hatty," and
the child turned her swollen face towards her generous sister.

Hatty kissed her, and assured her the pain of the stings was almost
gone, and that she should soon be quite well.

Mr. Lee was now ready with the horses, and the little party set out for
home.

As Hatty rode along in the carriage, and all seemed so tenderly
interested for her, the little girl went back in memory to the time
before she started on that all important visit to her grandmother.

She recalled the frequent reproofs she then received from her mother,
the stern displeasure of her father, her constant quarrels with Marcus,
her impatience with Meg, and the saucy replies of the child. It seemed
strange to her to remember that even Harry did not then like to be with
her, and that she thought it quite a trial to be left with Aunt Barbara
even for a few moments. Were all changed, or was the change in herself?
When she thought all around her severe, cross, or quarrelsome, must not
the fault have been in a great measure her own?

Hatty could not bear to think of her old naughty self, and she turned
with pleasure to the happy present. God had given her the wish to do
right, and granted his blessing on her sincere efforts. How near and
dear now seemed that Heavenly Father to his little one; she realized
that He was at her side; she needed not to wait until she reached home
to thank Him for his mercies. Into her heart she knew He was then
looking, and beholding her gratitude there.

Little Hatty felt very happy as she glanced round on the kind faces,
beaming lovingly on her. Surrounded by such affection, she could bear
almost anything. Yes, Hatty Lee, who once so dreaded pain, knew now that
wrong, angry feelings, in herself, or the disapproval of her earthly
parents, or the smile of her mother withdrawn, were far greater trials
than the slight sufferings her body had been called to endure.




XI.


Hatty's wounded neck and arms healed rapidly, but the red spots remained
for many days to remind all the family of the late accident, and make
them more tender than usual in their manner to the courageous little
girl.

Marcus seemed to have quite changed his opinion of his sister, and felt
called upon to treat her with marked respect, and to honor her with many
long talks on his favorite subjects.

Hatty heard his footstep in the hall, as he was returning from school
one afternoon, shortly after the accident. She knew that on that day was
to be awarded the prize for which he had so faithfully labored, and
which he had been induced to forfeit for the sake of truth.

She felt great sympathy for him, and was planning in her own mind how
she could best cheer him under his disappointment, when he threw open
the door, and with a joyous bound sprang towards her.

"Look, Hatty!" he said, as he laid on her lap the richly bound copy of
Virgil which he had so desired for its own sake, as well as a mark of
his teacher's approval.

"It is mine, given in the presence of the school, by Mr. Briggs!" said
Marcus, with a joyous smile, "And I owe it all to you, Hatty."

"I am so glad!" said Hatty, with real pleasure. "But you do not owe it
to me, Marcus."

"Yes, Hatty," continued Marcus,--"Mr. Briggs knew all about my being
late, and he was waiting for me to acknowledge it; if I had not I should
have lost his confidence, and the prize would never have been mine, he
said: as it was, no other boy stood as high as I did! Isn't it
splendid?"

"I am very, very glad," repeated Hatty. "Is it not better always to try
to do right, Marcus!" she added softly.

Marcus opened his mouth as if to speak, then turned silently away.

That evening Mrs. Lee sat in the library, in the twilight, with Marcus
and Hatty. She too had heard about the prize, and had rejoiced with her
son, with a silent prayer in her heart that he might see the wisdom of
the Better Path, and be led always to do right by the happy results
which had followed the step that had cost him such an effort.

After the subject of the prize had been discussed, a feeling of
quietness stole over the little group; perhaps all had their own serious
thoughts at that twilight hour.

"Come, Hatty," said Mrs. Lee, pleasantly, "can you not recite a hymn for
us?"

Mrs. Lee almost feared that Marcus would walk away at this proposal, as
he had often done before, on similar occasions; but he sat down at his
mother's side, and listened, while Hatty repeated, in a voice of deep
feeling, the hymn,--"Ashamed of Jesus."

"Mother," said Hatty, earnestly, when she had done speaking, "Do you
think anybody in a Christian country was ever _ashamed of Jesus?_"

"There are few in a christian country, my dear, who would be willing to
be called infidels, or heathen," said Mrs. Lee, soberly; "and I doubt
if there are any young people who have heard of Jesus, who would not
shrink from the thought. Though this is quite true, there are many who
are ashamed of Jesus--many children, I fear!"

"O Mother! what do you mean?" said Hatty, earnestly.

"I mean," said Mrs. Lee, "there are many who are ashamed to have it
known that they wish to serve him. They would rather their best actions
should be attributed to any cause, than a desire to do His will. They
hide their best feelings, and struggle to show indifference when holy
things are named, in a way which proves them at heart to be _ashamed_ of
Jesus. Alas, poor foolish children! what will be their lot when he is
ashamed of them, in the presence of his Father in Heaven!"

Marcus had laid his head on his mother's hand, as he sat beside her, and
now she felt the hot tears trickle over it.

Hatty was questioning in heart whether she could be so situated as to be
_ashamed of Jesus_, when Marcus suddenly rose, and said:

"I am afraid I have been ashamed of Jesus! Let me say now to you, dear
Mother, and to Hatty, that I do wish to serve Him, and I want you both
to help me.

"We will together ask God for his help, which is better than any human
arm, my dear son," said Mrs. Lee, solemnly.

The mother knelt down with her children, and earnestly implored God's
blessing on their young hearts. Fervently she asked the Great Heavenly
Friend so to guide and sustain them in the upward path, that they might
at last be gathered to his Eternal Home, with all those that love Him in
sincerity and truth.

When they rose from their knees, Hatty's heart was too full of joy for
words. She walked to Marcus' side, and putting her arm about him, kissed
him, with a deep, trusting affection she had never felt before.

Now came in Aunt Barbara, leading little Harry, full of glee, while Meg
followed, with her usual cheerful skip.

"Let us have one more hymn before supper," said Mrs. Lee, as she
gathered the little group around her. "We will have 'I want to be like
Jesus,' and only those must sing who really feel what they say."

Mrs. Lee began in her own clear, sweet voice. Hatty quickly followed,
and Marcus united with her in trembling tones, with sober earnestness.
Meg, with her childlike warble, and even little Harry, felt that he
wanted to be like Jesus, and tried to lisp in "sweet accord" his
Saviour's name, blending his baby notes with those that fell from Aunt
Barbara's faltering tongue.

How welcome to the father's ear, as he returned from his daily toil, was
that evening hymn!

At the closing verse his manly tones were heard as a deep, full echo to
the rest, while devout thanksgiving filled the mother's heart.

And Hatty--little Hatty--she felt almost too happy for earth; and fully
she realized the truth, that "Wisdom's ways are pleasantness, and all
her paths are peace."



[Transcriber's Note: The table below lists all corrections applied to
the original text.

p. 009: [added pair of quotes] and say, 'You can't come in, Meg.'
p. 009: [added open quotes] "Jesus' little children never quarrel
p. 011: obey that consicence -> conscience
p. 016: I did'nt know -> didn't
p. 027: [removed wrong quotes] "Marcus was softened -> Marcus
p. 058: [normalized] a store of books and play-things -> playthings
p. 096: [added period] that love Him in sincerity and truth. ]







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