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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Hatty and Marcus + or, First Steps in the Better Path + +Author: Aunt Friendly + +Release Date: November 18, 2007 [EBook #23536] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HATTY AND MARCUS *** + + + + +Produced by Irma Spehar, Markus Brenner and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<h1><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span>HATTY AND MARCUS;</h1> + +<p class="by">OR,</p> + +<p class="subtitle">First Steps in the Better Path.</p> + +<p class="by">BY</p> + +<p class="author">AUNT FRIENDLY,</p> + +<p class="authorof">AUTHOR OF “KATE DARLY; OR, ‘IT WILL ALL COME RIGHT.’”</p> + +<p class="publisher">NEW YORK:<br /> +<em class="gesperrt">ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH,</em><br /> +<em class="gesperrt"><span style="font-size: small">No. 683 BROADWAY.</span></em><br /> +1859.</p> + +<p class="copyright"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span>Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by<br /> +<br /> +ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH,<br /> +<br /> +In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States, for +the Southern District of New York.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 23ex;" /> +<p class="center" style="margin-top: 2px; margin-bottom: 2px;">EDWARD O. JENKINS,<br /> +<span style="font-size: small">Printer & Stereotyper,<br /> +<span class="smcap">No. 26 Frankfort Street.</span></span></p> +<hr style="width: 23ex;" /> + + +<p class="figcenter" style="margin-top: 75px;"><a href="images/frontispiece.jpg"><img src="images/frontispiece_th.jpg" alt="Aunt Barbara" title="Aunt Barbara" /></a></p> +<p class="caption">AUNT BARBARA.</p> + + +<div class="textbody"> +<h1><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span><a name="HATTY_AND_MARCUS" id="HATTY_AND_MARCUS"></a>HATTY AND MARCUS.</h1> + + + + +<h2><a name="I" id="I"></a>I.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_03.jpg" alt="H" title="H" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">H</span>atty Lee</span> had been on a visit to her +grandmother, and now she was coming +home.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +thought of her return. He showed his +pleasure in a noisy way that made the house +not very comfortable for any one else.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +to resemble the rest of the family in his willingness +to use them.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“Well, Mother,” he said looking up cheerfully, +“how soon do you think Hatty will +come?”</p> + +<p>“Not for an hour yet, my son,” said the +mother, kindly; “and, meanwhile, I have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +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.”</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“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?”</p> + +<p>“I will make them as soon as I can,” said +the mother, with a languid smile.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>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.”</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Marcus could not help fancying that he +should see some great change in Hatty, that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +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.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="II" id="II"></a>II.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_13.jpg" alt="M" title="M" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">M</span>arcus</span> 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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>“You are a good sweeper, Marcus,” said +Hatty, looking at the clean bricks upon +which they were stepping.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +dear brothers and sister like one of the +lambs of the flock of Christ.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“Where’s Mother?” asked Hatty, eagerly, +passing along the hall, and going directly up +stairs.</p> + +<p>“Here, here, my child,” said the mother,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +as she met her on the landing, and folded +her affectionately in her arms.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>“No, indeed, I had not forgotten you,” +said Hatty, and she kissed her affectionately.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>Aunt Barbara led the way to the nursery, +and there on the bed lay the baby, the pet of +the house.</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>“Harry was twice as big at the same age,” +said Aunt Barbara. “He always was a +bouncer.”</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“Mamma does not say I mustn’t!” sprang +to Hatty’s lips, for she was sadly quick-tempered,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +but again a blush of shame took the +place of hasty words.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>“Now, Hatty, you had better come to your +room, and take off your things.”</p> + +<p>“To <i>our</i> room,” said Meg, with a saucy, +mischievous look.</p> + +<p>Hatty turned towards her mother with a +sudden glance of inquiry.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>Hatty looked very soberly, as she answered, +“I <i>should</i> like to help you, Mother.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lee opened the two lower drawers of +the bureau, and said, “you see I have put<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +some of Meg’s clothes here; when you need +any more you can come to me for them.”</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>Hatty had led an easy, quiet life with her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +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.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="III" id="III"></a>III.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_21.jpg" alt="W" title="W" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">W</span>hen</span> 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?”</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>Marcus was delighted with the presents,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +and resolved to set to work immediately to +get the pets into comfortable quarters before +Sunday.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>“Yes, grandma has all her coops made that +way,” said Hatty, who was well pleased to +show that she understood the subject.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Marcus did not raise his eyes, but he could<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +not stop his ears, and he had to hear the shrill +tone that called out, “Stop! stop! Marcus Lee!”</p> + +<p>Marcus rested his hatchet on the board, +and looked up.</p> + +<p>“You are a wasteful boy!” began Aunt +Barbara. “You ought to be ashamed to cut +up that good board!”</p> + +<p>“Don’t mind her,” said Marcus, in an undertone, +as he resumed his work.</p> + +<p>“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!”</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“We are going to shut them up, Aunt +Barbara, and that will keep them out of mischief,” +said Hatty, trying to speak pleasantly.</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“O dear!” said Hatty, “we shall have +hardly time to put ourselves in order for the +table.”</p> + +<p>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;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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!</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“Now don’t, Mother!” said Marcus. +“What do women know about such things?”</p> + +<p>“What do boys know? you had better<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +say!” said Hatty, hastily taking part with +her mother.</p> + +<p>“Any sensible boy of twelve knows more +about such things than a woman!” said Marcus, +turning to leave the room.</p> + +<p>“Stop, Marcus,” said Mrs. Lee, gently.</p> + +<p>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?”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>“I did not notice it,” said Marcus, hurrying +away.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“Dear! dear!” exclaimed Aunt Barbara, +“what are the children coming to? Why,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +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!”</p> + +<p>“It won’t help it to throw it away,” said +Meg. “I want to blow bubbles.”</p> + +<p>“Shan’t have it! shan’t have it!” said little +Harry, holding tight to the edge of the +bowl with his little fat hands.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“Its little use savin’ in such a house as +this!” said Aunt Barbara, and she walked +away as if she were particularly injured.</p> + +<p>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?”</p> + +<p>“Marcus, my son, I cannot bear to hear +you speak in that way of any old person, +especially of Aunt Barbara.”</p> + +<p>“But she is too tiresome and provoking,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +Mother. If I want a piece of twine for a +kite-string she calls it wasteful, and—”</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>The little girl was very glad when she +found that she was not alone in the wide<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +world, and she soon learned to love the kind +aunt who did so much for her.</p> + +<p>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—”</p> + +<p>“There, there, Mother! you have let it +out,” exclaimed the children in a breath.</p> + +<p>“Don’t, don’t,” said Hatty; “what did +Aunt Barbara say, Mother?”</p> + +<p>“She said, your old aunty is queer and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +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.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed, I will!” said Hatty, looking up +with her eyes full of tears.</p> + +<p>“I won’t tease her any more,” said Meg, +nestling at her mother’s side.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“But how came Aunt Barbara here?” +asked Hatty, with much interest.</p> + +<p>“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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>“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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +us she wearied herself until her health gave +way.”</p> + +<p>“Mother,” said Hatty, in a whisper, “was +I that little sickly baby that Aunt Barbara +was so patient with?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, my darling,” was Mrs. Lee’s reply.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> +a rude look cast towards one who is grey-haired.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="IV" id="IV"></a>IV.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_36.jpg" alt="W" title="W" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">W</span>hen</span> 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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>“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!”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>Meg was a thin bony little creature, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +the children all dreaded a punch with her +sharp elbows almost as much as one of her +scientific pinches.</p> + +<p>Hatty’s tender side actually ached, but +she made an effort to say, gently, “Meg, you +must be dreaming; wake up!”</p> + +<p>“I am not asleep at all!” said Meg, pettishly. +“I wish you would move!”</p> + +<p>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 <i>she</i> 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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +has bid us follow him in his patience, as well +as in perfect purity.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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—</p> + +<p>“Where is Aunt Barbara this morning?”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“Aunt Barbara is not very well this morning; +she did not get up as early as usual,” +said Mrs. Lee.</p> + +<p>“Shan’t I go up to see if I can do anything +for her?” said Hatty, eagerly.</p> + +<p>“She will be down soon, I think; but you +may go,” said the mother, pleasantly.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>Hatty ran up stairs, and knocked very +gently on Aunt Barbara’s door.</p> + +<p>“Who is it? What do you want?” answered +Aunt Barbara’s voice from within.</p> + +<p>“It is Hatty. Can I do anything for +you?” said the little girl.</p> + +<p>“No!” was at first the decided answer; +then followed a sudden call “Stop, stop, +child. Come in a moment.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“Don’t stare as if you were frightened,” +said Aunt Barbara, quickly. “Old people +are not generally very beautiful to look at!”</p> + +<p>“Can I do anything for you?” said Hatty, +pleasantly.</p> + +<p>“Yes, if you want to. I can’t find my +pocket. Perhaps you can see it.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Hatty glanced round the room, and was +delighted when she saw a piece of white Marseilles +peeping out from under the tumbled<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>Hatty’s face brightened, and she said, +eagerly: “I should be glad to do anything +for you, Aunt Barbara.”</p> + +<p>“You may have more chance than you +want, if I feel like this many mornings,” said +Aunt Barbara, very sharply.</p> + +<p>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,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +and that made everything seem out of the +way to her.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“I hope we shall have no trouble about +the hair, this morning. It needs parting, +sadly,” said Mrs. Lee, in her gentle way.</p> + +<p>Hatty’s mind was made up at that moment; +her mother might pull as hard as was +necessary, <i>she</i> would not say a word if it +hurt her ever so much.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps I could help Aunt Barbara get<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +ready for church,” said Hatty, one right action +leading to another.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“But cannot you go, Mother?” said Hatty, +earnestly.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“Thank you, my darling; I shall feel +quite easy leaving Aunt Barbara with you.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +‘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.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“Why! are you not going, Hatty?” exclaimed +Marcus, as his sister appeared at her +mother’s side.</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>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,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +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.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="V" id="V"></a>V.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_51.jpg" alt="A" title="A" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">A</span>unt</span> 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.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>“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.</p> + +<p>“I don’t mind your sitting here, if you +choose,” was the old lady’s reply.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>Hatty tried to read for a few moments +more; then Aunt Barbara moved, and she +looked at her again.</p> + +<p>The old lady evidently wanted something +she could not find in her pocket, and yet did +not feel like getting up.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>Hatty glanced her eyes round the room, +and saw Aunt Barbara’s spectacles on the +mantel-piece.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“But if they did not do that when they +were young,” said Aunt Barbara, “did +grandma say what they should do then?”</p> + +<p>“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?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>“If you can make that little tongue of +yours go slow enough, for me to understand, +you may try,” said Aunt Barbara.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Hatty enjoyed her afternoon at Sunday<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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!”</p> + +<p>Marcus did not reply, but he walked away +to his room, to lie awake with sad, repentant +thoughts.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lee had no idea how rude her children +had often been to Aunt Barbara; her presence +had been some check upon them,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="VI" id="VI"></a>VI.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_57.jpg" alt="N" title="N" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">N</span>ow</span> 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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Hatty found it quite impossible to keep<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Marcus came down the walk, kicking a +ball before him, and leaped into the arbour +with a regular bound.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>“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.”</p> + +<p>“Were you not late?” asked Hatty, with +surprise.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“But what did you say when your name +was called? You did not tell an untruth, +Marcus?” said Hatty, anxiously.</p> + +<p>“No, indeed!” said Marcus, indignantly. +“I am above that!”</p> + +<p>“I don’t understand it at all,” said Hatty, +uneasily.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“I would rather have a brother who told<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +the truth, than one who got the prize,” said +Hatty, earnestly. “Dear Marcus, won’t you +tell Mr. Briggs about it?”</p> + +<p>“I shall do no such thing. Girls are so +silly! You never can make them understand +anything,” said Marcus, hastily.</p> + +<p>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:</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>It had cost Hatty a great effort to say all +this, and now she burst into tears.</p> + +<p>“Girls are so silly!” said Marcus, impatiently. +“I wish you would not set up to +lecture me, Miss?” and the brother walked +angrily away.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“Will you, Meg?” said Hatty, brightening. +“Then I shall be very happy.”</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>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,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +ashamed to own that in his ill-humor he had +been teasing his little brother.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, Hatty is so good,” echoed Meg.</p> + +<p>“Sister is only trying to be good,” said +Hatty, modestly. But the praise of the little +ones went to her heart.</p> + +<p>Marcus was sulky towards Hatty all the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="VII" id="VII"></a>VII.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_64.jpg" alt="M" title="M" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">M</span>arcus</span> 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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Marcus lounged about by himself for a +while, and at last, out of loneliness, he went +down to the arbour, too.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span>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?”</p> + +<p>“To Meg and you!” said Marcus, contemptuously. +“A pretty business for a boy +of twelve!”</p> + +<p>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!”</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“Bad boy! bad boy! Go away!” said +Harry, lifting his fat little leg and trying to +kick Marcus with his wee foot.</p> + +<p>Hatty could not reprove the children, for +she herself had set the example of speaking +angry words.</p> + +<p>Heartily ashamed of herself, she said: “I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +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.”</p> + +<p>“And I love Hatty, and you shan’t be +cross to her,” said Meg, putting her arms +round Hatty.</p> + +<p>“It was Hatty who was cross,” said the +little girl, sadly. “Poor Hatty is only <i>trying</i> +to be good. She does wrong very, very +often.”</p> + +<p>“Hatty dood! Hatty dood!” said Harry, +nestling at her side.</p> + +<p>Marcus walked away, without saying another +word. He took his fishing-rod, and +Hatty saw him no more that day.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +mother to make them!” he thought. “When +could she have had the time.”</p> + +<p>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:</p> + +<p>“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?”</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +will not tell what was the subject of his +thoughts.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +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.”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="VIII" id="VIII"></a>VIII.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_70.jpg" alt="M" title="M" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">M</span>onday</span> 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.</p> + +<p>Marcus expected to hear Aunt Barbara<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +say, “This room is too light for anybody,” +or “My! who could have chosen such a +place for my chair?” but he was mistaken.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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!”</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>Hatty’s lips were beginning to feel quite +stiff with their unusual effort, when Aunt +Barbara said, “Hatty, my dear.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“Do you love your grandma?” asked +Aunt Barbara.</p> + +<p>“Indeed I do!” said Hatty, warmly. +“She is the dearest and sweetest old lady in +the world!”</p> + +<p>“She is older than I am, I believe, and a +great deal more wrinkled,—at least I have +heard so!” said Aunt Barbara.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know, I never thought about that;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +she looks very sweet to me!” said Hatty, +with a puzzled look.</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>“O Aunt Barbara, I love you now!” said +Hatty affectionately; “and you grow more +like grandma every day.”</p> + +<p>“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!”</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>“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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +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.”</p> + +<p>The old lady was in earnest, and tears +rolled down her cheeks.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Hatty’s example had a great influence on +the other children. Meg learned to skip +more softly as she passed Aunt Barbara’s<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +door; and Harry never ate an orange without +pattering along to Aunt Barbara’s room, +to give her a taste.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="IX" id="IX"></a>IX.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_76.jpg" alt="W" title="W" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">W</span>hen</span> 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.</p> + +<p>She looked round, expecting to see his face +full of fun; but it was very sober,—and he +said, quietly,</p> + +<p>“I have lost the prize, Hatty!”</p> + +<p>“Did you miss a lesson to-day!” said +Hatty, eagerly.</p> + +<p>“I have not made a mistake this term, +and I don’t mean to, if I can help it,” said +Marcus, rather proudly.</p> + +<p>“Not a mark for misconduct?” said Hatty, +anxiously.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>“A mark for tardiness stands against my +name. I have told Mr. Briggs.”</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>Here Marcus broke away from Hatty, and +ran into the house before she could speak a +word in reply.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="X" id="X"></a>X.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_78.jpg" alt="T" title="T" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">T</span>he</span> weeks flew by, and Aunt Barbara +was able first to take a short +drive, and then to be in the air hour +after hour.</p> + +<p>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?”</p> + +<p>The young faces flushed back a glad response, +and every little voice was raised in a +joyous welcome to the proposal.</p> + +<p>“Aunt Barbara must go, too,” said Meg, +giving the old lady a protective look, which, +although it was quite absurd, sprang from +real kindness.</p> + +<p>“Yes, Aunt Barbara must go, of course,” +said Mr. Lee, smiling.</p> + +<p>“And Hatty, Hatty so dood,” put in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +Harry, as he laid his plump hand caressingly +on Hatty’s white arm.</p> + +<p>“Yes, every one must go, if the carriage +is as full as the shoe where the old woman +lived, with that wonderfully large family.”</p> + +<p>“I hope none of us will have to be +whipped and sent to bed,” said Meg, laughingly.</p> + +<p>“No, no. You shall all have peaches +and bread, instead,” said Mr. Lee, with a +quizzical look.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>The hour passed quickly away in busy +preparation for the coming pleasure, and all +were ready when the great family carriage<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +Mr. Lee had borrowed from his brother, +came up to the door.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“All de dentlemen todedder!” said Harry, +with a pompous look, as he stood ready to +be lifted to the place of honor assigned him.</p> + +<p>“Now are all packed in tight?” said Mr. +Lee, as he drew up the reins in his hand.</p> + +<p>“All right!” was the merry shout within,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +and away went the horses, as if they enjoyed +the sport.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>All Marcus’ <i>mannish</i> 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.</p> + +<p>Good farmer Sparrow was away in the +orchard; but stout Mrs. Sparrow helped +Aunt Barbara out as well as if she had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Hatty was learning to think of others first, +even in trifles.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>Hatty forgot that there is temptation +every where, if not quite in the form that +was tried upon Eve.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Meg was full of glee, and would gladly +have chased the chickens, handled the young<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>The very impulsiveness of character, which +made Hatty open to temptation from a hasty +temper, now made her think and act quickly.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Then, with one hand, Hatty held her white +sun-bonnet close together in front, while she +extended the other, to lead Meg.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span>The cries of the children quickly brought +Mr. Lee and Farmer Sparrow, who had been +taking a survey of the place, together.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Farmer Sparrow excused himself from any +further attendance upon the party, as he must +secure his beloved bees ere they were lost to +him.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>Meg could only reply in sobs.</p> + +<p>“Poor Meg is punished sufficiently by +seeing her sister suffer. I think she will not +soon forget this lesson!” said Mrs. Lee, +kindly.</p> + +<p>“Meg did not know the harm she was +doing!” added Hatty, pleadingly.</p> + +<p>“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!”</p> + +<p>“I hope my little Meg will remember, +hereafter, ‘to touch not, taste not, handle not’ +what is not her own,” said Mrs. Lee, soberly.</p> + +<p>“Indeed, I will try,” answered Meg, earnestly. +“Do kiss me, Hatty,” and the child +turned her swollen face towards her generous +sister.</p> + +<p>Hatty kissed her, and assured her the pain +of the stings was almost gone, and that she +should soon be quite well.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span>Mr. Lee was now ready with the horses, +and the little party set out for home.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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?</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="XI" id="XI"></a>XI.</h2> + + +<div class="initial" style="clear: both"> +<img src="images/dropcap_92.jpg" alt="H" title="H" /></div> +<p class="dropcapsection"><span class="firstwords"> +<span style="display: none;">H</span>atty’s</span> 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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>“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.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>“I am so glad!” said Hatty, with real +pleasure. “But you do not owe it to me, +Marcus.”</p> + +<p>“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?”</p> + +<p>“I am very, very glad,” repeated Hatty. +“Is it not better always to try to do right, +Marcus!” she added softly.</p> + +<p>Marcus opened his mouth as if to speak, +then turned silently away.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>“Come, Hatty,” said Mrs. Lee, pleasantly, +“can you not recite a hymn for us?”</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +<p>“Mother,” said Hatty, earnestly, when she +had done speaking, “Do you think anybody +in a Christian country was ever <i>ashamed of +Jesus?</i>”</p> + +<p>“There are few in a christian country, my +dear, who would be willing to be called infidels, +or heathen,” said Mrs. Lee, soberly;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +“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!”</p> + +<p>“O Mother! what do you mean?” said +Hatty, earnestly.</p> + +<p>“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 +<i>ashamed</i> 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!”</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Hatty was questioning in heart whether +she could be so situated as to be <i>ashamed of +Jesus</i>, when Marcus suddenly rose, and said:</p> + +<p>“I am afraid I have been ashamed of +Jesus! Let me say now to you, dear Mother,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +and to Hatty, that I do wish to serve Him, +and I want you both to help me.</p> + +<p>“We will together ask God for his help, +which is better than any human arm, my +dear son,” said Mrs. Lee, solemnly.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Now came in Aunt Barbara, leading little +Harry, full of glee, while Meg followed, with +her usual cheerful skip.</p> + +<p>“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.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lee began in her own clear, sweet<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<p>How welcome to the father’s ear, as he +returned from his daily toil, was that evening +hymn!</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.”</p> + +</div> + + + +<div class="note"> +<p><strong>Transcriber’s Note:</strong> The table below lists all corrections applied to +the original text.</p> + +<ul> +<li><a href="#Page_9">p. 09</a>: [added pair of quotes] and say, ‘You can’t come in, Meg.’</li> +<li><a href="#Page_9">p. 09</a>: [added open quotes] “Jesus’ little children never quarrel</li> +<li><a href="#Page_11">p. 11</a>: obey that consicence → conscience</li> +<li><a href="#Page_16">p. 16</a>: I did’nt know → didn’t</li> +<li><a href="#Page_27">p. 27</a>: [removed wrong quotes] “Marcus was softened → Marcus</li> +<li><a href="#Page_58">p. 58</a>: [normalized] a store of books and play-things → playthings</li> +<li><a href="#Page_96">p. 96</a>: [added period] that love Him in sincerity and truth.</li> +</ul> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Hatty and Marcus, by Aunt Friendly + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HATTY AND MARCUS *** + +***** This file should be named 23536-h.htm or 23536-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/3/5/3/23536/ + +Produced by Irma Spehar, Markus Brenner and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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