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Prentiss + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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: Little Susy's Little Servants + +Author: E. Prentiss + +Release Date: August 26, 2011 [EBook #37219] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS *** + + + + +Produced by Mary Meehan and The Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<h1>LITTLE SUSY'S</h1> + +<h1>LITTLE SERVANTS.</h1> + +<h2>BY MRS. E. PRENTISS,</h2> + +<h3>AUTHOR OF "LITTLE SUSY'S SIX TEACHERS," "SIX BIRTHDAYS," "THE FLOWER OF +THE FAMILY," ETC., ETC.</h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>FIRST SERIES.</i></p> + +<p class="center">NEW YORK:<br /> +ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH & COMPANY,<br /> +38 WEST TWENTY-THIRD STREET.</p> + +<p class="center">COPYRIGHT, 1856 AND 1883, +BY +<span class="smcap">Anson D. F. Randolph & Company.</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/illus1.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<!-- Autogenerated TOC. Modify or delete as required. --> +<h3>First Series</h3> +<p class="center"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X.</a><br /></p> + +<h3>Second Series</h3> +<p class="center"><a href="#CHAPTER_I2">CHAPTER I.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_II2">CHAPTER II.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_III2">CHAPTER III.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_IV2">CHAPTER IV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_V2">CHAPTER V.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VI2">CHAPTER VI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VII2">CHAPTER VII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VIII2">CHAPTER VIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_IX2">CHAPTER IX.</a><br /> +</p> +<!-- End Autogenerated TOC. --> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + + +<p>As Little Susy had a kind mamma to take care of her, you will, perhaps, +wonder why God gave her also, a great many servants of her own. He gave +her so many, that you might spend your whole life in reading about them. +But I shall tell you of only a very few, and then you can ask your +mamma to talk to you about the others. For the little servants Susy had, +you have, too.</p> + +<p>At first she did not know what they were for, or where they were. They +did not know, either, and so they were useless. Two of them were black, +and so much alike that you could not tell one from the other. Susy kept +them shut up most of the time, so that nobody could see them. When her +aunts and cousins came to see Susy, they would say: "I should think she +might let <i>us</i> see them!" and would go away quite disappointed. These +black servants were bright little things, and they soon learned to amuse +Susy a great deal. One of the first things they did for her was to let +her see the fire; and that she thought very beautiful.</p> + +<p>Susy had another pair of twins for her servants, who knew so little +what they were for, that they used to slap and scratch her face. Her +mamma said she should have to tie them up if they did so. Indeed, many a +little baby has had them all covered up with white rags, to keep them +from doing mischief before they were old enough to know better. But +though they did not know how to behave, they were very pretty, tiny +little things, and when Susy's papa knelt down and took one of them on +his hand, and kissed it, and wondered at it, and said what a funny wee +morsel it was, why, it looked, to be sure, like a pretty rose-leaf, or +any thing else soft, and pink, you can think of.</p> + +<p>Susy had another pair of twins, that she took no notice of for some +months. They did not learn how to wait upon her so soon as some of the +others did. They were restless little fat things, seldom still a +moment, and about all they knew was how to kick holes in blue and white +socks.</p> + +<p>Susy had still another pair of twins, not very pretty, but very useful, +for without them she never could have heard her mamma sing, or her papa +whistle; or the shovel and tongs fall down and make such a charming +noise; nor the pussy-cat say 'mew!' nor the doggy say 'bow wow!'</p> + +<p>She had one more little servant that she kept out of sight all the +time. All it was good for at first, was to help her get a great many +breakfasts, and dinners, and suppers every day. But it became good for a +great deal more, after a while.</p> + +<p>But if I go on in this way, I am afraid you will get puzzled, you are +such a little creature. So if you will guess the names of these servants +of Susy, I will give you three guesses. And if you do not guess right +the third time, you will have to peep into the glass, when you will see +most of your own; I mean those I have been talking about.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + + +<p>Well! did you look at yourself in the glass? If you did, you saw in the +middle of your face your black, or blue or gray servants, your two eyes. +No matter what color they are; one kind is as good as another kind.</p> + +<p>As soon as Susy found out what hers could do, she kept them very busy +indeed. If she wanted to see her mamma, her eyes would not wait for her +to bid them let her look at her; for they knew her thoughts as well as +she knew them herself. They amused her while she lay on her mamma's lap, +by showing her the bright sunshine that came in at the windows, the +white curtains, and the ball of gay worsted in the work-basket. When she +was turned over, her face downwards, to have her frock tied, they showed +her the carpet, so as to keep her from crying. When they were tired, +Susy had a soft coverlid with a beautiful fringe, that she could draw +down over them, and then they could rest all night. God made this +coverlid on purpose. The finest cambric handkerchief is coarser; God +only can make a cover soft enough for the eye.</p> + +<p>After Susy was washed and dressed in the morning, and had had her +breakfast, her mamma would lay her down upon the bed, and spread a +small blanket over her. Then the busy, bright eyes would look up to the +wall, and look and look at a small spot of sunshine there, till at last +they grew tired, and the soft coverlid would begin to come drooping, +drooping down, and Susy would be fast asleep. Or in the midst of the +dark night, if she woke up and did not know what else to do, she could +look at the night-lamp that sat on the floor in the corner, and wonder +what it was, and how far off.</p> + +<p>Every thing in the world was new to Susy, and as she grew older and her +eyes grew stronger, they kept showing her all sorts of pretty things, +and made the time pass away very quickly indeed. How pleased Susy was +the first time they showed her the sweet smile of love with which her +mamma looked at her! She would have jumped for joy if she had been big +enough.</p> + +<p>But while her two eyes were so busy in doing all they could to amuse +her, her two ears were not idle, and one day when she was yet a very +little baby, she heard a pleasant sound of bells ringing for church, +that was as sweet as music. She looked surprised, and listened, and +listened, and threw up her arms and smiled. After that, if she cried +when she was washed, some body would rattle the tongs and shovel, or +make some such queer noise, and she would stop crying to hear it. So +then I suppose her ears were very glad, and now they could help her pass +her time much more pleasantly than before; for they could help her hear +her mamma sing, and what sort of a sound keys make when they jingle +together, and all that. Susy was astonished at every thing she heard +for she never had been where there were such wonderful noises before. +And when Sarah put coals on the fire, Susy would start, and perhaps +think it was an earthquake unless her mamma smiled, as much as to say: +"Don't be frightened, darling!"</p> + +<p>So what with her eyes, and her ears, and her soft red tongue to get +dinner with, Susy was a very happy baby, growing fatter and stronger and +wiser every day.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + + +<p>But one morning, when she was ten weeks old, Susy began to play with a +plaything. What do you think it was? Why, her own little hand! She felt +of it, lifted it up and looked at it, tasted of it, and admired it very +much. A grave judge, sitting on his bench, and looking as wise as +Solomon, could hardly look graver or wiser than Susy did when she first +found out she had two little hands. How she turned them over, and +tangled up the tiny fingers, and twisted and doubled them! Now she +thought she had found out what those little things were for, that had +been doing nothing but slap and scratch and grow fat. Why, they were to +play with, to be sure! And she never would have to cry for them or get +up to look for them, for there they were, always close by, and so nice +and soft! So Susy played with her hands, and cooed to them, and told +them stories in Greek, or Latin, or Dutch, nobody knows, and was quite +cheery and happy.</p> + +<p>Her mamma was very much pleased to see Susy playing with her hands, and +after a time she offered her a little piece of paper. Susy looked at it +and wanted to take it. But her hands did not know how; all they were +good for was to play with each other. But they wanted to learn to hold +things for Susy, and tried very hard, every day, until at last they did +learn to hold her rattle for her, and then an orange, and then a bunch +of keys. Nice little servants! Don't you think so? And by this time Susy +made a great discovery. She found out that she had two feet of her own, +and thought it would be a good plan to get one of them into her mouth. +She worked very hard, before she succeeded, and was such a busy little +baby that she could hardly spare time to eat her breakfast. I suppose +she thought all those fat little feet were made for, was just for her to +play with; just as she had thought about her hands.</p> + +<p>Perhaps you would like to see a letter that Susy wrote to her little +cousin about these times. I rather think she must have got her mamma, +or some body, to write it for her.</p> + +<blockquote><p><span class="smcap">My Dear Cousin</span>:</p> + +<p>Since I last wrote you, I have grown a good deal, for I am now six +months old. I can not sit alone yet, for when I try, I fall over +sideways. But with a pillow behind me, I can sit up very well, and +play with my toys. I have an old basket half full of playthings, +about which I will tell you. First I have an ivory ring, with a +blue string in it; but I don't think much of that. Then I have a +large glass stopper that came out of a vinegar cruet. Thirdly I +have two spools tied together, and fastened to them, some how, is a +whole piece of tape that I snatched out of my mamma's basket, and +sucked till she said it was good for nothing, and I might as well +keep it. Fourthly I have a cork that used to be in a bottle of +something sweet, for it tastes very good: I am fond of this cork, +and lie on the floor and play with it, just as a cat plays with a +mouse. I have also a half dollar with a hole in it, that my +grandmamma gave me; but I always cry when I play with it, for it is +so hard it hurts my mouth. I have a great many rags that my mamma +has given me. When she cuts out my little frocks, she gives me the +pieces that are left, and some are white, some pink, and some blue. +You see I am going to wear short frocks pretty soon. But my best +playthings are two red sticks that were a part of an old fan your +mamma left here. The other day I was lying on the floor, and I +thought I would see how far I could get one of them down my throat. +When I had pushed it a good way, I began to cry. My mamma caught +me up and pulled it out, but my throat bled and was sore, so I +guess I won't push it in so far, next time.</p> + +<p>Sometimes I go and pay a visit to our old cat and her three +kittens. I talk to them as loud as I can, but they do not seem to +understand what I say. And they don't like it when I try to put +them in my mouth.</p> + +<p>I am sorry to say that as I increase in wisdom I grow in +naughtiness. I always cry all the time mamma is washing and +dressing me, and am very angry with her, for I don't like to be +washed. And the moment I see her take out my basket at night, so as +to undress me and put me to bed, I scream with all my might, and +never stop till I feel something soft in my mouth. Last night as I +lay on the floor playing with my beloved cork, mamma came behind +me and unfastened all my clothes, so that time I did not cry. I +have two feet that I find very handy to kick with when I am angry, +and two hands that pick up my toys when I want to play, and two +eyes that show me pictures and other pretty things, and that never +get any rest except when I am asleep. And if you ever answer this +letter, I have two ears with which I hear it read.</p> + +<p>I am a very good baby when I wake in the morning. I lie in bed a +good while, playing with my feet, or any thing else I can get hold +of. Sometimes I untie mamma's cap strings and sometimes I scratch +and pull her cheeks and chin. Very often I almost pull papa's nose +off his face, for I don't know what he wants of it when he is fast +asleep. Doesn't this remind you of old times, three or four years +ago, when you were a baby? If you ever come here I shall not know +what to do to amuse you, for I can not talk. I should scratch your +face and pull your hair, and put my fingers in your eyes; I don't +know any better, I am such a little baby. I am very tired now, and +must bid you good by; but one of these days I will write you +another letter.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Your little cousin,<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><span class="smcap">Susy</span>.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</blockquote> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + + +<p>Not long after Susy sent her letter, her mamma bought some tiny little +shoes and stockings for her. Susy was very much pleased indeed, and at +first she would keep untying her shoes and taking them off. But one day +when she awoke from her nap, she took hold of the two sides of her +cradle, and stood up straight in it. Now she had found out that feet +were not made just for playthings, but to stand on. She was so glad! She +kept taking hold of the chairs, and her mamma's dress, or the legs of +the table, so as to pull herself up on to her feet, and pretty soon she +would stand at a chair with her toys, and play by the hour, and if the +chair moved a little, from her leaning against it, her feet would move +too, first one, then the other, learning how to walk. How delighted +every body was when one day Susy got up in the middle of the floor, and +ran across the room! It would be hard to tell which laughed most—Susy, +or her papa or her mamma.</p> + +<p>Now Susy had learned how to use all her little servants, except her +tongue. And you must know that her mamma had been giving her lessons on +that subject every day. That is, she kept coaxing and begging her to +say, "papa;" and I don't know how many hundred times a day she cried out +to Susy, "Say <i>papa</i>!" But Susy did not say papa, and all the private +lessons were in vain. But one evening, when she had the toothache and +could not sleep she stretched forth her hand and said "book," to her +mamma's great delight, who thought there was no doubt her baby was going +to be very fond of books indeed. Now Susy had found out that her tongue +was very useful, for her mamma gave her the book she had asked for; so +she soon learned to say a great many other words.</p> + +<p>Did you ever think before, how long it takes a baby to learn how to use +the little eyes and hands and feet, God has been so good as to give it? +If you watch your baby brother or sister, you will see how awkward it is +at first about using its hands; and do not you remember how eager you +were to hear it speak its first word, and to see it trot about on its +own little feet?</p> + +<p>But all this time I have only spoken of Susy's hands and feet, and ears, +and eyes, and tongue, as being useful to herself, and have not said a +word about their doing things for other people. Now it is not likely +that God meant any little child should live in this world, where there +is so much to do, and do nothing for its papa and mamma, and nothing for +Him who has done so much for its happiness and comfort. And he is so +kind, and loves so to please those who love Him, that long before Susy +was old enough to know it, He taught her small baby hands to begin some +of the sweetest work He made them to do. When, in the midst of a +sleepless night in which Susy's mamma watched over, and sang to, and +cared for her, she had such a reward, such precious payment for all her +fatigue and labor, that a queen might have envied her. What do you think +it was? Why, it was feeling Susy's little hand pat and caress her face +in the dark night, or lie folded lovingly in her own, or clinging fast +to her neck with all the strength a baby can use. Then a thrill of joy +would rush through her mamma's heart, and she would forget every thing +the world has in it of trouble, and thank God for giving her a baby to +live and to work for, and a baby to love and comfort her in return.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + + +<p>So day after day passed, and one or another of Susy's little servants +was always busy in doing something for her pleasure. Either her hands +played with pretty toys, or her eyes looked at beautiful pictures and +kind, loving faces of dear friends, or her ears listened to sweet music +or amusing stories, or her feet carried her up and down, here and there +and everywhere. If she had had no eyes, she could have used her hands, +but she could not have seen the toys they held. If she had had no ears, +she could never have heard her mamma's voice, nor ever learned to talk +or to sing. If she had had no hands, she could have walked about, and +looked at pretty things, but she could have touched no toy, held no dear +dolly, caressed and patted no little kitty. And if she had been without +feet, she might have used her eyes, and her ears, and her hands, and her +tongue, but when other children jumped and ran and played, Susy must +have sat still in her little chair, and felt what a long, long day that +is when one can not move.</p> + +<p>I dare say you know some little boy who can not hear or talk, or some +pale little girl who can not run and play. And if God has been so very +good to you as to give you what He has not seen best to give them, how +you ought to thank him! And how happy you should be if you ever can lend +a book or give a flower, or do any kind act for the deaf and dumb boy +who never heard his mamma call him "darling!" no matter how many times +she may have said it. And if you can ever be what the Bible calls "feet +to the lame;" if you run to pick up that little pale girl's ball if she +drops it; if you can go up stairs to get her doll when she wants it, +would not that be making your own little servants useful and very happy? +And if you ever happen to be where there is a blind child, would you not +like to lend it your eyes now and then? And as you can not do that, you +would surely love to take it by the hand and lead it about; and when +you are old enough to read you would read pretty stories to it? There +was once a dear little boy not much more than two years old, who became +very ill. His head ached so that he did not love to play or run about. +He liked to have his papa or mamma carry him round the room, and then +when his poor head did not ache too hard, they would talk to him and +tell him stories. One day his papa said to his mamma: "I do not believe +our little Charlie will ever get well. I think that Jesus will soon take +him up to heaven. And I mean to talk to him a great deal about Jesus, so +that the moment he gets to heaven he will be happy to be near such a +dear, kind Friend." So Charlie's papa often took his poor little boy in +his arms, and let him lay his head on his shoulder, while he walked +gently up and down talking about Christ. He told him all those sweet +stories from the Bible, how Jesus pitied sick people, and how he cured +them, and how many lame men he made to walk, and how many blind to see. +So one day after he had been talking so, he had to give Charlie to his +nurse while he went out for a time, and Charlie lay with his head on her +shoulder, just as he had done on his papa's, till all at once he lifted +it up, and said: "Mary did you know that Jesus hadn't any eyes?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! yes, Jesus had eyes," said Mary.</p> + +<p>"He had some once, but He gave them to a poor blind man," said Charlie.</p> + +<p>You see Charlie was such a little boy that he thought when his papa told +him that Jesus gave eyes to a blind man, that he had to give him his +own.</p> + +<p>Little Charlie is in heaven now and has been there a great many years. +And he has long known more about the goodness of God than any body who +still lives in this world. And if he could speak to you, he would tell +you that it is better to be without eyes and hands and feet, than not to +love Him who was willing rather to die than that you should not know and +love Him.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + + +<p>I have spoken of some of the good things Susy's little servants could +do, and I am sorry to have to say that she sometimes let them do naughty +ones.</p> + +<p>The first thing was while she was still a baby, when she raised her hand +to slap her dear, kind mamma because she was going to wash her. Little +babies often do so before they have been taught better. The moment +Susy's hand had given the slap, she saw that her mamma's face became +grave and displeased. Then Susy was sorry, and she made haste to kiss +the place she had hurt, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. But pretty +soon, when something else vexed her, she lifted her little hand, and was +going to strike with it. Her mamma caught it in hers, and looked at it +gravely, and said: "Naughty little hand!" Then Susy began to cry again +and she cried so much that her mamma had to lend her her handkerchief to +wipe away her tears. Almost every day the little hand was naughty in +this way, but at last Susy's mamma cured it, by always tying a red +mitten on it whenever it slapped. It did not like to wear a mitten at +all, because then it could not pick up its toys so well.</p> + +<p>After Susy had learned not to strike, her little hands began to grow +meddlesome, that is, to touch and take things they should not have +touched. One day they tore the newspaper all to pieces. Once they cut +off all her hair, as far as they could reach it. One of them got into +the sugar-bowl and took three lumps of sugar. And once, when they were +in the country, and there was a wash-stand in the room, Susy tried to +open the drawer, and pulled the wash-stand over, broke the pitcher, +spilled the water, and frightened every body very much indeed.</p> + +<p>All these things made a deal of trouble. Susy's mamma had to keep all +the time teaching her that she must not do so. It took her a great while +to teach Susy that there were some things she must not touch.</p> + +<p>And when the busy little hands began to learn what they were taught, +then the little feet began to get into trouble. One day before Susy was +old enough to go up and down stairs by herself, her mamma had visitors, +and Susy kept talking and talking at such a rate that at last nobody +else could be heard. So her mamma took her into the hall and seated her +on the lowest stair, where Susy was fond of sitting, and said to her: +"My little Susy must sit here a while because she does not mind mamma +and stop talking." Pretty soon she heard a little voice cry out, "Mamma! +aren't you afraid your little girl will fall down stairs?" and on +running to see what that meant, there was Susy sitting on the top stair, +smiling and looking very happy to think she had played such a trick. And +not long after, the two truant feet carried Susy out into the street, +among the carts and horses, and if God had not taken care of her, she +would certainty have been killed. And another time Susy climbed up and +was just going to put one foot out of the window, when her mamma caught +her by her dress, and pulled her back. I suppose you did just such +things when you were a baby, and your mamma might amuse you by telling +you about it.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/illus2.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p>Susy was not so mischievous as some children are, and when she was +three years old, and had learned what she might do, and what she must +not, her mamma could leave her all alone in the parlor, with a few toys, +and be quite sure that she would touch nothing she had been forbidden to +touch, nor climb up into dangerous places, nor take any dangerous thing. +The scissors might lie on the table, and the sharp knife open by her +side; the good little hands would not touch them. Nor would the +obedient little feet now take Susy near the fire where she could so +easily have been burned. If Susy <i>promised</i> to do a thing, she always +did it, and so her mamma often let her play by herself in the parlor, +when up in the nursery Robbie had not yet learned not to get away all +her toys.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + + +<p>When Susy first learned to walk, she was so pleased to find that she +could run about, that she liked very much to run to get things for her +papa or mamma. She felt herself almost a young lady when she found she +could lift one of papa's boots and carry it to him; and how pleased she +was when her mamma sent her to get her work-basket! When Robbie was +dressed she liked to stand by, and hold the pins, and she even thought +she could brush his hair, and tie his frocks, if they would let her try.</p> + +<p>But as she grew older, and stronger, and wiser, and so better able to +run for mamma, or to wait upon her papa, Susy grew selfish. If her mamma +said, "Susy bring me my work," Susy would say, "In a minute, mamma!" +and go on playing. Or she would ask, "Must I bring it?" or, "Mayn't I +wait till I have finis'ed my house?" And if her papa said, "Doesn't my +little Susy want to rub papa's head?" she would be likely to give it one +or two little rubs, and then run off to play again.</p> + +<p>A great many ways were tried to cure Susy of these faults. One of the +best was never to allow her to do a little favor after she had objected +to do it. When her mamma asked her to run and get a book for her, if +Susy looked fretful, or went slowly, or said, "Oh! dear!" then her papa +would say, "Stop, Susy, you can not go. Nobody shall wait on dear mamma +who looks and speaks so!" and then he would go for the book himself, and +Susy would feel so ashamed! And as soon as Robbie was able to use <i>his</i> +feet and hands, Susy learned from his behavior to try to obey quickly +and cheerfully; for no matter how busy Robbie was, he always <i>smiled</i> +when papa called him to get things for him, and if Susy did not jump the +very moment she was spoken to, Robbie would get it first, and then he +would have a sweet kiss and a loving smile, as his reward.</p> + +<p>But you must not think Susy did not try to grow good, or that she never +<i>was</i> good. Her papa and mamma often had a great deal of comfort in +seeing how hard she tried to do kind, loving things for them. If she saw +her papa look tired, she would often go to him and say, "Dear papa! when +I am a big girl I mean to work and let <i>you</i> sit still!" and, "May I rub +your head? May I get your slippers?" And when her mamma saw her feeling +and behaving so sweetly, she did not forget to tell her when she went +to bed, how much pleasure it had given her.</p> + +<p>"My little hands have been good hands to-day," Susy said one night. "And +I wish mamma would kiss them when they've been good." Her mamma smiled, +and kissed them, and then Susy folded them together, and knelt down and +prayed. And after she had got into bed, she said: "My hands will never +be naughty any more. Never strike Robbie, never take away his toys, +never touch any body's things."</p> + +<p>And then her mamma told her a story about a little girl who stood by her +brother's coffin, and taking up the small, cold hand, kissed it, and +said: "This little hand never struck me!" Susy lay still, and thought +and thought a good while, after hearing this story.</p> + +<p>"Mamma!" said she, at last, "I <i>will</i> try to be good. And then perhaps +when I am dead, you will 'member me, and you can take hold of my little +hand, and say, 'This little hand wasn't always a good little hand, but +it <i>tried</i> to be good, and sometimes it patted and loved me.'" Then Susy +put up her hand, and caressed her mamma's cheek, and kept saying, "Dear +mamma! kind mamma!" till she fell asleep.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + + +<p>"Mamma!" said Susy, one day as they were walking home from church, +"there is a little girl in my class at Sunday-school, who loves me +dearly. She always hugs my hands and hugs them."</p> + +<p>Her mamma smiled, and said, "Then I hope you 'hugged' hers too."</p> + +<p>"I was afraid to," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"Then that little girl was disappointed, I dare say. You should have let +her see that you were grateful to her for loving you."</p> + +<p>"I turned my head away round—so—" said Susy.</p> + +<p>"Instead of that you should have smiled, and looked kindly at her, as +much as to say, I like to have you love me, and I love you, too."</p> + +<p>Susy looked down, and smiled. "I was afraid to," she said again.</p> + +<p>They walked along together in silence for some time. At last Susy quite +forgot what they had been talking about, and began to think what a +pleasant day it was, and how sweet and fresh the air felt, and how nice +it was to walk with her dear papa and mamma, and while she thought thus, +she clasped the hand she held, more firmly and lovingly. Her mamma, +however, took no notice of this, and turned her head away.</p> + +<p>Susy felt hurt.</p> + +<p>"Mamma does not love me a bit," thought she, and she was going to draw +away her hand.</p> + +<p>Her mamma looked down and smiled and said playfully: "Oh! I felt your +little, loving squeeze, but I was afraid to take any notice of it."</p> + +<p>Susy smiled too. She never forgot this little lesson, and it was useful +to her as long as she lived.</p> + +<p>Children should not only learn to observe little tokens of love, but to +be grateful for them.</p> + +<p>"Mamma, was I a good girl in church?" said Susy, when they reached home.</p> + +<p>"Yes, pretty good. But I must tell you something about a dear little +boy, whose life you shall read, as soon as you are old enough. When +asked if there were many children at Sunday-school, he said: 'I don't +know, for when I am there, I never dare to look round.' Now your little +hands were very good in church; and so were your little feet. But I +thought your eyes and ears were not so good."</p> + +<p>"My eyes looked round a good deal," said Susy. "But my ears <i>couldn't</i> +do any thing naughty."</p> + +<p>"Yes they could, dear Susy, by not listening to what was said. Did they +hear any thing at all?" "No, mamma. I was busy, thinking. I thinked +about my dollies."</p> + +<p>"But we do not go to church to think about dollies. We go to praise God, +and hear about Him."</p> + +<p>"Big people don't have any dollies," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"But they have other things that they like as well. And when they first +go into church they ask God to help them not to think about any thing +but Himself, and to hear what is said. For in the Bible it speaks of +those who having ears, hear not—and I do not want my little Susy to be +one of those."</p> + +<p>Susy then went up stairs to the nursery, where she found Robbie asleep +in his cradle. She went up to him and putting her mouth close to his +ear, shouted, "Robbie! Robbie!"</p> + +<p>Robbie opened his eyes, turned over and smiled.</p> + +<p>"You naughty, naughty girl!" said his nurse, "to wake your brother up. +I'll tell your mamma, and she'll punish you well."</p> + +<p>"I didn't mean to wake him up," said Susy. "I only wanted to see if he +was one of those who having ears, hear not. And I guess he isn't, he +wakes up so easy."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell your mamma the very first thing. He will be just as cross as +two sticks. Just as I had got him to sleep! It is too bad!"</p> + +<p>Susy looked quite puzzled to know what she had done. She ran down to her +mamma, and told her all about it.</p> + +<p>"Was I naughty, mamma?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I think you were. For you know how often I have told you there +must be no noise when Robbie was asleep. And then it was wrong to use +God's holy words to play with."</p> + +<p>Susy sighed. "Oh! dear!" said she. "First my ears are naughty, and then +my tongue. But they are sorry, mamma."</p> + +<p>Her mamma kissed her, and told her to go up stairs and amuse Robbie, as +she had made him lose his nap. So Susy went, and said in a pleasant +voice to Nurse:</p> + +<p>"I've come to 'muse Robbie because I woke him up," and Nurse smiled and +said:</p> + +<p>"Well you <i>are</i> a good child when you aren't naughty."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.</h2> + + +<p>One day Susy and her mamma and Robbie were sitting alone together in the +nursery. Susy was in the corner, with her toys, and Robbie sat on his +mamma's lap. Every now and then he put up his little hand to pat her +cheek or to play with her hair. His bare white foot was nestled in her +hand, and more than once she leaned over and kissed it. After a time +Susy got up and came and stood by them.</p> + +<p>"You love Robbie dearly, don't you mamma?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, darling—dearly. And I love my little Susy just as well."</p> + +<p>"You wouldn't like to kiss <i>my</i> little foot," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"I used to kiss it when it was a little baby foot, and wasn't covered up +with a shoe. But it would be rather funny for me to take off its shoe +and stocking so as to kiss it when there is this nice, round cheek, all +handy."</p> + +<p>Susy laughed; and kneeling down she took Robbie's foot in her hand, +kissed it, laid it on her neck and cheek, and talked to it as if it were +a doll.</p> + +<p>"Some body said Robbie's hands were whiter than mine," said she.</p> + +<p>"That is nothing," said her mamma. "The question is not whether Susy's +hands are white, but whether they do all they can for God."</p> + +<p>"They are too little to do any thing for God," said Susy in a mournful +voice.</p> + +<p>"Why no, indeed, Jesus said that whoever gave a cup of cold water in his +name, that is, for His sake, should not lose his reward. And you can do +as much as that, I am sure. Besides that, every time you pick up +Robbie's toys for him, you do something for God."</p> + +<p>Susy looked puzzled.</p> + +<p>"If you can't understand how this can be, just believe it because your +mamma tells you so, and by and by, when you are older, you will +understand it. God sees every thing you do, and when you leave your own +play, and run to do a little favor for Robbie, or papa, or any of us, +then He is pleased. When I was kissing Robbie's feet and hands just +now, I was praying to God to keep them always pure, and to teach them +very early, to work for Him. And so I often did for yours when you were +a baby, and do now, every day."</p> + +<p>Susy was pleased to hear this, and she tried to think of something she +could do. Her papa came in just then, feeling very tired, and hoping to +find mamma at leisure to rub and comb his head.</p> + +<p>"Isn't Robbie well?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Not very well," said his mamma, "and I am trying to keep him quiet, +hoping he may fall asleep. But I have one hand to rub your head with, if +that will do."</p> + +<p>"Oh! let me rub papa's head," said Susy, in a joyful voice. "Lie on the +sofa, papa, and I'll rub it!"</p> + +<p>So papa threw himself down, and Susy pushed a chair up to the bureau, +and climbed up for the brush and comb, and though she tangled his hair +and pulled it dreadfully, papa let her work at his poor head, till +Robbie fell asleep, and mamma could come to the rescue. Susy felt very +happy, and she whispered to her mamma:</p> + +<p>"I love you, dear mamma, and I like God, too."</p> + +<p>She felt very sweet and happy, and looking about to see if there were +any thing else she could do, she saw a fly on Robbie's face. She ran +quickly, and drove it away.</p> + +<p>"Little fly! do you think you are going to have Robbie's face for your +dinner?" said she. "No, indeed! I shall sit here, and drive you away. +And you can go home and tell your mother there is a great big giant +named Susy, sitting by the cradle, and you are afraid to try to eat +Robbie's face."</p> + +<p>The fly, on hearing this, flew away, and Susy sat so still that all at +once she fell over, fast asleep. Then her mamma came softly and tucked a +pillow under her head, threw a cradle quilt over her, and left her to +enjoy a sweet sleep.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X.</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But Satan finds some mischief still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For idle hands to do."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>"Susy, dear, don't you feel well?" asked her mamma, seeing Susy sitting +idly on the carpet.</p> + +<p>"Yes, mamma, I feel well, but I don't know what to do. I wish you would +tell me what to do."</p> + +<p>"Well, you may go down and shell peas," said her mamma.</p> + +<p>"I don't want to shell peas," said Susy. "I shelled a bushel yesterday."</p> + +<p>"Oh! no, not a bushel. Not much more than a cup full," said nurse.</p> + +<p>"Then you may hold a skein of silk for me to wind."</p> + +<p>"I don't want to work, I want to play," said Susy.</p> + +<p>Her mamma was called down to see visitors, and Susy remained sitting on +the floor, in not very good humor.</p> + +<p>"Oh! dear. I wish I had something to do!" said she. "I wonder how Robbie +would do for a doll? I guess I'll try and see."</p> + +<p>So she crept over softly to the corner where Robbie sat playing with his +blocks, and where she was out of nurse's sight, and began to unbutton +his frock.</p> + +<p>By and by, judging by the silence that something wrong was going on, +nurse got up and went to look. There lay Robbie with his clothes all +off, while Susy was trying to squeeze one of his arms into her doll's +night-gown. The patient little fellow held a block fast in one hand, as +his comforter under his sorrows, for he really thought he had done +something naughty and had to be put to bed.</p> + +<p>"Pretty works, I do think!" said nurse. "Just let me call your mamma to +see you, that's all."</p> + +<p>Susy jumped up and caught nurse by her dress. "You shan't call mamma!" +said she. "Robbie is my doll, and I'm putting him to bed. Aren't you, +Robbie?"</p> + +<p>Nurse only answered by snatching him up and kissing him.</p> + +<p>"I do believe he would let you cut his head off, if you wanted to," said +she. "Susy is a naughty girl, and her mamma will whip her."</p> + +<p>"Naughty dirl, mamma s'ap!" repeated Robbie, showing with his little +hands how mamma would do.</p> + +<p>"If you had gone down like a good girl, and shelled peas," said nurse, +"you wouldn't have got into mischief. Where is the other stocking? On +your doll's arm? Bring it to me this minute. And what have you done with +Robbie's shirt? He will catch his death sitting here with nothing on. +Well! we'll see what his mamma will say!"</p> + +<p>By this time Susy was convinced she had done something really dreadful. +So she went softly down stairs and began to shell peas as fast as she +could. Her little thoughts were very busy.</p> + +<p>"I guess mamma won't care. I was only playing. And I will shell a <i>lot</i> +of peas. I wish I knowed where I put Robbie's shirt. I guess I put it +under the bed. But if he doesn't have it on, he'll catch cold." The busy +fingers stopped, she slipped down from her chair, and away went the +peas, rolling this way and that, about the kitchen floor.</p> + +<p>"I wish you'd stay up stairs, where you belong," said Sarah. "See how +you've wasted the peas! If I were your mamma, I would not give you any +for your dinner."</p> + +<p>"I'll pick them up," said Susy. "And mamma said I might shell them." She +seemed so sorry that Sarah said it was no matter, she guessed six peas +wouldn't be much loss. So Susy went back to the nursery to see about the +missing shirt.</p> + +<p>"If there isn't Robbie's shirt hanging out of your pocket!" said nurse. +"I declare! I never saw such a child. Well! you wait till your mamma +hears of this!" As she spoke in an angry voice, Susy saw a faint smile +on the corner of her mouth, that quite cheered her disconsolate little +heart.</p> + +<p>"I didn't mean to be naughty," said she. "I did not know what else to +do. And I never will do so any more for a thousand years. Won't you +forgive me?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! yes, I'll forgive you. And I'll teach you a hymn, besides, about +idle hands."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How doth the little busy bee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Improve each shining hour;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gather honey all the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From every opening flower!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How skilfully she builds her cell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How neat she spreads the wax!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And labors hard to store it well<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the sweet food she makes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In works of labor or of skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I would be busy too;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Satan finds some mischief still,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For idle hands to do.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In books, or work, or healthful play,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let my first years be passed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I may give for every day<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some good account at last.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/illus3.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><span class="smcap">Little Susy's Little Servants.</span></h2> + +<h3><i>SECOND SERIES.</i></h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I2" id="CHAPTER_I2"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + + +<p>"I wish I knew how to sew," Susy one day said to her nurse.</p> + +<p>"I wish so, too," said nurse. "For then you could be always making +aprons and things for your babies. And in time, you could make a shirt +for your papa."</p> + +<p>Susy smiled at this pleasant prospect.</p> + +<p>"I'll go and ask mamma to teach me," said she, jumping up. "And I'll +make my dollies some frocks, and some aprons, and some cloaks and +bonnets. And I'll make <i>you</i> an apron, too, Robbie."</p> + +<p>Robbie looked as if he admired Susy very much, and began to think, as he +always did when pleased, what he could give her.</p> + +<p>In the mean time their nurse had cut out a little white petticoat, and +was basting it very nicely together.</p> + +<p>"Is that for me?" cried Susy joyfully. "O Nursey!"</p> + +<p>And Susy sat down, took the needle in her eager little fingers, and +began to sew.</p> + +<p>"Oh! you mustn't put the needle back and forth that way!" said nurse. +"See here, the point of the needle should come towards you."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know," said Susy, and went on sewing all sorts of ways.</p> + +<p>"That isn't right," said nurse. "When you learn to sew you ought to +learn the best way."</p> + +<p>"This is the best way," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"Very well. If you know so much, there's no use in my teaching you," +said nurse, feeling rather vexed.</p> + +<p>"Oh! dear, here's an old, ugly old knot!" said Susy. She pulled the +thread angrily and it broke.</p> + +<p>"Fix it for me, will you nurse?"</p> + +<p>Nurse joined the thread in silence. Susy took one more stitch and her +needle unthreaded.</p> + +<p>"I can't string my needle," said she.</p> + +<p>"You must learn," said nurse. "See, this way. And you needn't talk about +stringing it, as if it were a bead. Ah! well. I may as well thread it +this time. But my! what stitches! Why, dolly will fall through between +them."</p> + +<p>"I guess I won't learn to sew," said Susy. "It's hard. Here's the +needle. I'll put it back in your cush pinion for you."</p> + +<p>"My pin cushion, you mean. But I should be ashamed if I were you, not to +know how to sew. There was little Mary Jones where I used to live; she +sewed like a woman. Such stitches! But then there are few children like +Mary Jones."</p> + +<p>"I thought you said she was the trial of your life," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"Well! the child's memory!" said nurse, lifting up her hands. "You +should not notice every thing I say, my dear. Now I'll tell you +something. You learn to sew and you shall make a little bag to give to +your mamma. Just such a bag as Mary Jones made for her mamma. Only +yours shall be blue, and hers was pink. Come! that's a good girl! Your +mamma will be so pleased!"</p> + +<p>So Susy sat down again, and took a few more stitches.</p> + +<p>"The needle hurts me!" said she.</p> + +<p>"That's because you've no thimble. I'll lend you my silver thimble—the +one your aunt gave me."</p> + +<p>So nurse wound a large piece of paper round and round Susy's finger, +and crowded the thimble over the whole. It looked like a helmet on a +dwarf.</p> + +<p>Susy took one more stitch, and sighed.</p> + +<p>"I'm tired," said she. "And the thimble is so heavy!"</p> + +<p>"Well, put your work away then," said nurse, "and when we go out I'll +buy you a dear little brass thimble. But not unless you'll promise to be +patient, and to try to learn."</p> + +<p>Susy promised, but her promise cost her many tears. For her needle +unthreaded, her thread broke, or got into knots, her hands were awkward +and did not know how to behave, and then when she cried on her work, it +made it hard to sew.</p> + +<p>But every day, her hands grew more skillful. Finding they really <i>must</i> +learn to sew, they would not dispute about such a trifle, and you can +not think how delighted Susy was to be able, one day, to carry her +mamma the nice bag she had made for her.</p> + +<p>"Thank you, darling," said her mamma. "I am very glad your little hands +have made this for me, and I will keep it a great while. Why, when your +aunt Laura was your age, she had made a whole quilt of bits of calico +not much larger than the palm of your hand. The next thing I know, I +suppose you will be writing me a little letter."</p> + +<p>"Oh! I never could learn to write!" said Susy.</p> + +<p>"Why not? Are not your hands just like mine? And they learned to write."</p> + +<p>Susy smiled, and looked at her mamma's hands and then at her own, but +did not have time to talk any more just then.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II2" id="CHAPTER_II2"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + + +<p>For just at this moment a carriage drove up to the door, and Susy ran to +the window to see who had come. She saw two gentlemen alight, and +presently her mamma was called down.</p> + +<p>"You may come with me, Susy," said she.</p> + +<p>So they went down together, and Susy saw that one of the gentlemen had +soft white hair flowing down to his shoulders. She looked at his mild, +kind face with great interest, and when he placed his hand on her head, +and blessed her, she felt very happy.</p> + +<p>"Mamma, is that the Apostle John?" she whispered.</p> + +<p>Her mamma smiled, and shook her head, and Susy sat still, and listened +to what was said, without speaking, for her little tongue had learned +that it must keep still when older persons were talking.</p> + +<p>After the visitors went away, she made up for lost time, by asking +several questions all in one long row.</p> + +<p>"Who was that man? What makes his hair so white? Did you see him put his +hand on my head? I liked him dearly."</p> + +<p>"That was a very good man," said her mamma, "and I hope God will hear +the prayer he made for you when he put his hand on your head."</p> + +<p>"That's the way Jesus put his hand on the heads of little children," +said Susy. "I wish I had been there."</p> + +<p>"That reminds me of a sweet little hymn that I copied from a book Mrs. +Ray lent me. I must read it to you till you learn it. Come! we'll go +right up stairs, and you shall hear it."</p> + +<p>So they went up stairs, and Susy heard for the first time that +beautiful hymn, beginning:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I think when I hear that sweet story of old."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Tears came into her eyes as she listened, but they were tears of +pleasure; she soon had learned the first verse, and they sat singing it +together when nurse came in with Robbie, who had a small box in his +hand.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Ray has sent Susy a box of beads," said she, "and says she must +string them when she does not know what else to do."</p> + +<p>Susy was delighted to hear this, and she flew off to find a needle and +thread, so as to begin at once to string her beads. It was, however, +time for their supper, and she had to wait.</p> + +<p>She was too happy to eat much, and as soon as she could, she hastened to +the window, and seated herself to begin her pleasant work. She had +hardly strung a dozen beads when looking down, she saw that they had +all fallen from the string.</p> + +<p>"Oh! dear! that's because I didn't make a knot. Oh! how I wish I knew +how to make knots! Nursey! won't you make a knot?"</p> + +<p>"It's too dark to string beads," said nurse. "You'll hurt your eyes, +Susy. Come! put away your beads, and go to bed."</p> + +<p>"It doesn't hurt my eyes," said Susy. "I can see just as easy."</p> + +<p>All of a sudden she felt two hands over her eyes.</p> + +<p>"O papa! is that you! Please don't! I want to string my beads. See, +papa! all these beads. Mrs. Ray sent them."</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Ray was very kind," said her papa. "But my little Susy is not kind +at all. She has been abusing two of those servants that God gave her. +Don't you know it is wrong to treat your eyes so?"</p> + +<p>"I guess they didn't care," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"I guess they did," said her papa. "And you must remember that eyes are +very precious things, and be careful of them. If I should give you a +little white-handled penknife—"</p> + +<p>"O papa! I wish you would!"</p> + +<p>"If I gave you one, would it be right for you to cut off one of your +little fingers with it?"</p> + +<p>"Why, no, papa!"</p> + +<p>"And is it right to injure the eyes God has been so very kind as to give +you?"</p> + +<p>"No, papa. And I won't, again."</p> + +<p>"But what are they looking so hard at my pocket for?" asked her papa, +smiling.</p> + +<p>"Why, I thought perhaps there was a little knife there," said Susy, +rather doubtfully.</p> + +<p>"And so there is. It was given me to-day, and I will give it to you. +Only you must promise not to open it. For you are such a little girl +that I do not dare to let you use it yet."</p> + +<p>Susy promised, and her papa took her on one shoulder and Robbie on the +other, and "rided" them as Robbie called it, three times across the +room, and then they kissed each other good night, and Susy and her box +of beads and her little knife all went to bed together.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III2" id="CHAPTER_III2"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + + +<p>About this time a lady came to visit Susy's mamma, bringing with her a +little boy.</p> + +<p>His name was Thomas. He was several years older than Susy, but as there +was no one else for him to play with, he had to amuse himself with her +as well as he could. Susy followed him about, wherever he went, and +thought every thing he did very amusing, and that every thing he said +must be right.</p> + +<p>One afternoon as they were playing together in his mamma's room, Thomas +asked Susy if she liked candy.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I like it," said Susy. "But mamma does not let me eat it very +often."</p> + +<p>"My mother lets me eat as much as I please," said Thomas. "There is a +great bundle of it in her trunk, and she lets me go and get some, as +often as I want it. I'll give you some if you will hold open the trunk +for me."</p> + +<p>Susy did not know that Thomas had been forbidden to open this trunk. So +she stood holding the cover open, while he searched for the candy. But +it was heavy, and her little hands were not strong enough to hold it +long.</p> + +<p>"Make haste, Thomas," said she, "or I shall let it fall."</p> + +<p>"I <i>am</i> making haste," said Thomas. "And don't you go and let it fall; +you'll break my head in two, if you do."</p> + +<p>Susy tried with all her strength to hold up the heavy lid, but Thomas +kept her waiting too long, and all at once down it came. Thomas tried to +draw back his head, but the trunk-cover was too quick for him, and gave +him a blow right across his face and eyes.</p> + +<p>As soon as he knew enough to speak, he called Susy all sorts of bad +names, and struck her several times. Susy was so frightened and +astonished, that at first she was quite silent, but after a moment she +began to cry so loudly that every body came running in to see what was +the matter.</p> + +<p>By this time Thomas's forehead and face looked quite bruised and +swollen, and the moment his mamma saw it she flew to kiss him, and then +turned to Susy, and said in a angry tone:</p> + +<p>"What did you strike him for, you naughty child?"</p> + +<p>"I didn't strike him," said Susy; "I didn't mean to hurt him; I could +not hold up the cover, it was so heavy."</p> + +<p>"What cover?" asked her mamma.</p> + +<p>"The trunk-cover," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"Oh! so you were at my trunk, were you?" said the lady. "And who said +you might do that?"</p> + +<p>"Thomas told me to hold it open while he got the candy."</p> + +<p>"Oh! what a story!" said Thomas. "She went and opened the trunk and was +going to look for candy, and I went to make her come away, and she +struck me with a great big stick."</p> + +<p>"Is that true, Susy?" asked her mamma in a grave, sad voice. For the +mere thought that Susy could do such a thing, made her heart ache.</p> + +<p>Before Susy had time to answer, the lady cried out:</p> + +<p>"Of course, it is true. Don't you see the dreadful marks on his face?"</p> + +<p>"Answer, Susy, is it true?" repeated her mamma.</p> + +<p>Susy tried to tell the whole story, just as it happened, but seeing her +mamma look so sad, and every body else believing Thomas, she could only +cry still harder.</p> + +<p>Then her mamma took her away to her own room, and wiped away her tears, +and said:</p> + +<p>"Now tell me, my dear Susy, all about it. I can not think my precious +child has done this sinful thing. But don't be afraid to tell me the +whole truth. Remember God hears every word you say. Remember, my +darling! Think before you speak."</p> + +<p>"Mamma, I telled the truth!" said Susy. "I telled the truth. Thomas said +he would get some candy for me if I would hold up the cover. And I tried +to hold it, and I couldn't. And won't you believe me? O mamma! won't you +believe me?"</p> + +<p>Then Susy's mamma said in her heart, to God:</p> + +<p>"O God! teach me what to believe. Do not let me make a mistake. And oh! +do not let my little Susy ever speak a word that is not true."</p> + +<p>And after she had said that, there came into her mind a way by which she +could find out whether Thomas had spoken the truth.</p> + +<p>She went right back to the lady's room, whom she found holding Thomas in +her lap, and feeding with candy.</p> + +<p>"Thomas, where is the stick you said Susy struck you with?" asked she.</p> + +<p>Thomas blushed and looked about, as if in search of the stick.</p> + +<p>"I suppose she hid it, somewhere," said he.</p> + +<p>"She could not do that, for she has been with me ever since she left the +room."</p> + +<p>"I dare say we shall find it," said the lady. "And I hope you mean to +give Susy a good whipping. She needs it, I am sure. Such a blow! Why, +what a naughty child she must be!"</p> + +<p>"Susy says Thomas opened the trunk and told her to hold it open while he +looked for candy. And it was heavy, and she let it fall on his head. I +think she has spoken the truth. I never knew her to speak any thing +else. The marks on Thomas's face look to me, just like those the heavy +lid of a trunk would make."</p> + +<p>"They look to me like the marks of a stick," said the lady. "But people +see things differently. Come, Thomas! eat this nice candy. And I'll buy +you something to pay for this."</p> + +<p>Susy's mamma said no more. She felt sorry to have her dear little +daughter in such trouble but there seemed no help for it. She went back +to her room; and taking Susy again in her lap, talked gently to her +about the dreadful sin of which Thomas had been guilty.</p> + +<p>"I never will tell a naughty story," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"Don't say you never will. You may be tempted, some time, more than you +ever have been. But ask God, who is the God of truth, to keep you from +doing it. How thankful you ought to be that you have been taught to +pray! For the Bible says that no man can tame the tongue. That is, no +one can, of himself, keep from saying what he ought not to say. And his +only way is to keep praying to God to bridle his tongue for him."</p> + +<p>"My tongue isn't a good little servant, then," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"God can make it good, and teach it to bless and praise Him."</p> + +<p>Then Susy's mamma took down her Bible and read several verses from it.</p> + +<p>"Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile."</p> + +<p>"The tongue of the just is as choice silver."</p> + +<p>"Whose keepeth his tongue, keepeth his soul from troubles."</p> + +<p>"He that telleth lies shall not tarry in My sight."</p> + +<p>"As soon as you learn to write, my dear Susy, I will make a little book +in which you can write all that the Bible says about this. You will be +astonished to find how much there is about speaking the truth, speaking +kindly, and speaking wisely. And of our dear Saviour it says that when +his enemies reviled him, "as a lamb before her shearers is dumb, so he +opened not His mouth." Now the next time you see Thomas, I think it +likely he will say a good many things to vex you, and I want you to +remember, when he does so, how Jesus did, and what you should do."</p> + +<p>"Mayn't I tell him he is a naughty boy?" asked Susy. "Mayn't I tell him +he has telled a lie?"</p> + +<p>"Would Jesus love you when you were doing so, my dear Susy? No, be +careful not to say one word that you would not like Jesus to hear. And +pray for that poor boy that God would pity him for being so naughty, +and forgive him, and help him to grow good."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV2" id="CHAPTER_IV2"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + + +<p>Early the next morning Thomas's mamma began to pack her trunks in order +to go away, for she felt quite vexed with Susy, and with her mamma. +While she was busy in this way, Thomas was quite as busy in eating some +dainties that she had placed on the floor while she made room for them +in the trunk. Thomas knew they were to be carried to his aunt, who was +sick.</p> + +<p>By and by his mother turned round, and seeing him eating, she said to +him:</p> + +<p>"Thomas! what are you about? I hope you have not touched any of those +things I got for your aunt? Let me see, one, two, three; there ought to +be four boxes of jelly. Come here and let me look at your hands. Come +this minute, you naughty boy, you."</p> + +<p>"I didn't eat a bit," said Thomas, "I only just made a little hole in +one side, and ate what came out on a pin."</p> + +<p>"Where is the box?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know. There were only three boxes."</p> + +<p>"Yes there were four boxes. And you've eaten one of them. I never saw +such a boy! Well, I shall not buy you the present I promised you +yesterday. To think of your eating your aunt's jelly!"</p> + +<p>"I didn't eat it," said Thomas, in a sulky voice.</p> + +<p>"Your face is all covered with it, so don't let me hear another word. I +begin now to think you told me a story, yesterday. Come here!"</p> + +<p>"What are you going to do?" cried Thomas trying to get away.</p> + +<p>"I'm going to see if the lid of my trunk fits to that mark on your +face," said his mother. "And if it does, I shall believe Susy spoke the +truth after all."</p> + +<p>"I <i>said</i> she let the lid fall on me," said Thomas.</p> + +<p>"You said no such thing. You said she struck you with a stick."</p> + +<p>"I didn't," said Thomas.</p> + +<p>"What a wicked, wicked boy you are!" cried his mother. "I see just what +you are. If there is such a thing as a rod in this house, I'll whip you +with it till you are ashamed of yourself. What do you suppose Susy's +mother thought of me yesterday, when I took your part? I only wish your +father was here. But I'll whip you, you see if I don't."</p> + +<p>On hearing this, Thomas ran to get away; his mother ran after him, and +seeing a door half open, Thomas hoped to escape by that means. For this +door led to a dark, low closet under the stairs, in which a grown +person could not stand upright.</p> + +<p>The moment Thomas crept in his mother shut and locked the door.</p> + +<p>"There! now I've got you!" she cried, "and there you shall stay on bread +and water, the whole day!"</p> + +<p>Thomas kicked against the door, and cried, and begged to come out, but +in vain.</p> + +<p>His mother was as severe on one day as she was fond on another. She kept +him shut up till nearly night, when she took him out all covered with +cobwebs, gave him a good shaking, and told him to ask Susy's pardon for +telling a story about her.</p> + +<p>That night when Susy was going to bed, she said to her mamma:</p> + +<p>"Thomas and his mother fighted together to-day, and she couldn't whip +him he ran away so."</p> + +<p>"How came you to know that, Susy?"</p> + +<p>"The door was open, and I was going by, and I heard a noise, and so I +stopped."</p> + +<p>"That was not right, my darling. You must teach your little eyes not to +look at things they ought not to see. Didn't you feel, all the time, +that it was not quite proper for you to stop and watch in that way? +Always make it a rule never to look at <i>any</i> thing, no matter what, if +you have even a little bit of a feeling that you ought not. Your eyes +are your own, and you must teach them."</p> + +<p>"I will, mamma," said Susy. "And I am glad I've got you for a mamma. I'm +glad Thomas's mamma isn't mine. She didn't pray to God to make him good; +she fighted with him."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V2" id="CHAPTER_V2"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + + +<p>About this time Susy began to learn to read. At first, though she wanted +to be able to read, she did not like the trouble, and would make all +sorts of excuses when her mamma called her to come to her lesson. +Sometimes she said she was too tired. Sometimes she said Robbie couldn't +spare her.</p> + +<p>Once she said her eyes ached, and when her mamma still would have her +read, she wanted some body to come and hold her book for her because it +was so heavy! But she was learning to read, very fast, and also to make +letters on her slate, like those in the book. She was very happy indeed +when one day, after working quite hard, she was able to send her papa a +little letter that she had printed with a pen. All the letter had in +it, was this, "I love you, dear papa!" but it gave him a great deal of +pleasure, and I dare say he has put it away among his treasures, and +will keep it as long as he lives.</p> + +<p>If you want to please <i>your</i> papa, you might print such a letter, for +him. It might tire your little hands, but you would not mind that, if +papa should kiss you, and say you had sent him a sweet little letter; +you would only be thankful you had two hands with which to do something +to gratify him.</p> + +<p>Susy's mamma was sick, in bed, soon after this, and I could not begin to +tell you how useful this dear child now found every one of her little +servants. Before this, when she went to bed, she used to leave her +clothes on the floor, for some body to pick up. But now she folded them +neatly and put them by the side of her bed, so as to dress herself in +the morning. She tried to be as still as a mouse, when in her mamma's +room, and no matter in how low and feeble a voice she was asked to get +something that was wanted she always heard, and always went quickly and +without noise. Sometimes, with her little soft hands, she patted her +mamma's cheek till she fell asleep. Sometimes she sang hymns. Sometimes +she would try to comfort her mamma by saying: "I guess you will get +better by and by!" or, "If you do not get well, dear mamma I p'omise you +I will take care of poor papa, and never will let him go anywhere +alone." She learned to give the medicine, and to shake up the pillows, +and to do a great many other kind and loving things, even though she was +yet so small that she had to climb into a chair to reach every thing +from the shelf or the bureau. And don't you suppose her mamma, lying +now so helpless on her bed, felt paid for all she had done for little +Susy? For all the time she had kept her awake, all the fatigue, all the +trouble? Yes, indeed! And have you ever paid your mamma for all she did +for you when you lay, a weak, helpless baby, with hands that couldn't +hold any thing, and feet that couldn't walk, and a tongue that couldn't +speak? If not, why, begin now. Pat your mamma's face with the little +hand she has taught so much; tell her you love her, with that tongue +whose first word it learned from her lips; run for her on those little +feet she has so long kept out of danger. If she has the baby in her +arms, and is going to carry it about the room looking for what she +wants, ask her to sit down and let you find it, for her. Let your little +servants know that you shan't think much of them if they do not wait +upon or in some way be useful to your mamma, your papa, your brother, +your sister, and they shall not lose their reward!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI2" id="CHAPTER_VI2"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + + +<p>"How many miles a day do you walk?" Nurse asked Robbie. "Do you know?"</p> + +<p>Robbie smiled, and stood still for a minute, to think, but soon ran away +again.</p> + +<p>"How many miles do you suppose he walks, Nursey?" asked Susy.</p> + +<p>"I don't know. I wish I knew. And I wish I knew how many miles my hand +travels in a week."</p> + +<p>"Your <i>hand</i>! Why, just as many as your feet," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"No such thing. See here now, look at me while I sew. Don't you see how +my hand goes back and forth with every stitch? And when I make beds, and +sweep and dust, and wash you children and dress you, and brush your +hair, and pick up your toys—dear me! it's a wonder they're not used +up, long ago!"</p> + +<p>Susy laughed, and felt quite interested.</p> + +<p>"Who told you any thing about that?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Nobody," said nurse. "Don't you suppose I ever have any thoughts of my +own? However, I did see something in the paper about how far a printer's +hand could travel in one day, and that set me to thinking about mine."</p> + +<p>When Susy went to her mamma she told her what she and nurse had been +talking about.</p> + +<p>"I suspect your eyes are the greatest travellers you know much about," +said her mamma. "Think how far they can go; and how many times they move +from one end of the page to the other, when you read."</p> + +<p>"I wish I knew how far," said Susy. "If Charlie ever comes here I mean +to ask him to measure one of my books. He has got such a nice little +carpenter's rule to measure with!"</p> + +<p>Perhaps the children who read this book would like to know how far the +hand that printed had to travel to do it. To be sure, it was not all +done by a single hand; but one of the printers has been kind enough to +find out how many miles the <i>hand</i> moved when they set up the types, and +behold it was nearly 230! Add to this the journeys my hand has had to +make back and forth, to and fro, over the paper, off to the inkstand and +back again, and you will see that even our little book costs a good deal +of labor, and keeps a good many hands from being idle and so getting +into mischief.</p> + +<p>While Susy and her mamma were talking together, they heard a little +knock at the door, and on opening it, they saw Robbie standing outside +with a long piece of twine in his hand.</p> + +<p>"What does Robbie want?" asked his mamma.</p> + +<p>"I want you to mezzer how many miles long my foots are," said Robbie.</p> + +<p>Susy and mamma laughed, and Robbie climbed up on the bed where his mamma +still lay, though she was now getting well.</p> + +<p>"Instead of that I will teach you a verse to say to papa at breakfast:</p> + +<blockquote><p>'Thou hast delivered my eyes from tears, my feet from falling and +my soul from death.'"</p></blockquote> + +<p>Robbie learned his verse very quickly, and Susy wanted now to learn +hers. Her mamma gave her an easy one:</p> + +<blockquote><p>"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path;"</p></blockquote> + +<p>and Susy learned it so easily that she asked for another.</p> + +<p>"I did not know there was any thing in the Bible about feet," said she. +"Is there any thing about hands?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed. Don't you remember the story of the man with the withered +hand that he could not use? Jesus must have pitied him because he had +but one well hand, or he would not have healed him. In a few days I hope +I shall be strong enough to have you come and read to me, and I will +make a list of verses for you. For I want you to see that though your +hands and feet and eyes and ears and tongue now seem small things, such +as God would be likely to overlook, He has made them to do great things +and useful and kind ones."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII2" id="CHAPTER_VII2"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + + +<p>Susy and Robbie were standing at the window a few days after this, +watching some boys who were playing in the snow.</p> + +<p>"I wish we could go out and throw snow at each other," said Susy. "Can +we, Nursey?"</p> + +<p>"No, not to-day," said nurse; "for your hands would freeze for want of +mittens. I am hurrying as fast as I can, to get some done but I don't +know; time flies in this house."</p> + +<p>"Where does it fly to?" asked Robbie.</p> + +<p>Before nurse had time to answer, the children were sent for by their +mamma. They jumped down from the window, and ran to see what was wanted.</p> + +<p>"Grandmamma has sent a basket full of things, and I thought you would +like to take them out for me," said their mamma.</p> + +<p>"Oh! yes," said Susy, "we'll take turns. Robbie shall take out the first +thing and I'll take out the next."</p> + +<p>So Robbie put in his hand, and pulled out, with great labor, a jar of +currant jelly.</p> + +<p>"That's for mamma," said Susy. "Grandma always sends jelly to her." She +put in her hand and took out a small bundle that had "Robbie" printed +on it in large letters. On opening it, out rolled a pair of nice warm +mittens, which were marked: "For the little hands that so often, and so +cheerfully, picked up grandma's ball."</p> + +<p>Susy blushed and the tears came into her eyes. She knew the reason there +were no mittens for her. She had often looked displeased when grandma's +ball had rolled under the table when she was busy, reading or playing.</p> + +<p>Robbie ran and threw his arms round her neck.</p> + +<p>"Naughty drandma!" said he.</p> + +<p>"Oh! no, <i>kind</i> grandmamma, to try to make my little Susy good," said +their mamma.</p> + +<p>"Susy shall have one mitten and I'll teep one," said Robbie.</p> + +<p>"No, Susy must wait till nurse gets hers done. But I am sure dear +grandmamma has sent something for her. Try again, my darling."</p> + +<p>And this time there came out six pairs of warm white stockings; three +for Susy and three for Robbie, and on the bundle was written: +"Grandmamma has not forgotten how many times those little feet went up +and down stairs for her when she made her last visit; and so she has +knit these warm stockings for them."</p> + +<p>"There's something else in the basket," said Susy. "Why! it's a cart, +and it's horses, and it's barrels! O Robbie! Help me get them out!"</p> + +<p>Laughing and pulling, and trembling over, they at last got the cart and +horses out of the basket, and a very nice toy it was.</p> + +<p>"I suppose it's for Robbie," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"Aunt Maria sent it to him," said her mamma. "Don't you remember she +promised she would?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! she promised me a work-basket!" cried Susy, "let me see, yes! here +it is! O mamma! There's a thimble and scissors, and needle! Now I can +sew with my own things. Look, Robbie."</p> + +<p>But Robbie was too busy. One of his barrels had broken open, and a host +of sugar-plums had rolled out all over the floor.</p> + +<p>"O Robbie! give me some sugar-plums, will you?" cried Susy.</p> + +<p>"It is <i>torn</i>," said Robbie. "Big men don't load up with sugar-pums."</p> + +<p>"It <i>isn't</i> corn," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it is torn. And little dirls don't eat torn."</p> + +<p>"Little chickens eat it, at any rate, and I'm a little chicken, and I'm +hungry, too," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Robbie, "if you are a little chiten, I'll feed you," so he +scattered the sugar-plums on the floor and Susy ate them as fast as she +could.</p> + +<p>"Leave him some," said their mamma. "Don't eat them all, Susy."</p> + +<p>Susy jumped up and began to take the rest of the things from the basket. +There were stockings for papa and an apron for nurse, and for mamma a +little roasted chicken, which grandma had been so kind as to have cooked +for her.</p> + +<p>"I do believe I could eat a piece of that chicken," said she when Susy +held it up on its little white dish. "Grandma's things always taste so +good."</p> + +<p>"Oh! then you'll get well!" cried Susy joyfully.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII2" id="CHAPTER_VIII2"></a>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + + +<p>The little chicken, or something, did Susy's mamma so much good, that +the next day she was able to sit up an hour; and she felt able to look +over her Bible for the verses that she had promised to find for Susy.</p> + +<p>Susy enjoyed reading them, very much.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/illus4.jpg" alt=""/> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p>"Why, mamma, there are enough to fill a book!" said she. "We would +put in the story of the man who had the withered hand, and then all +about blind Bartimeus, and the man who was blind and dumb that Jesus +made to see and speak. And then there's a story of a man who was laid at +the Beautiful gate of the temple, who could not walk a step, and he was +cured so that he walked and leaped."</p> + +<p>"And praised God," said her mamma. "Don't leave that out because that +is the best part of the story. I suppose he would not have been likely +to praise God for the use of his feet if he had never felt the want of +them. I sometimes think that one reason why God has made so many lame +and deaf and blind people, is to teach them to praise him for what +mercies he <i>has</i> given, and to teach us who have feet and eyes and ears +and hands to praise Him with our hearts and our lives for His goodness +to us."</p> + +<p>"How <i>can</i> we praise Him with our lives?" asked Susy.</p> + +<p>"Why, by obeying Him and trying to please Him. If you had been blind all +your life, and I at last gave you my eyes, what do you think would be +the first use you should make of them?"</p> + +<p>"O mamma! I should want to look at you the first thing, to see how you +looked. And at papa and Robbie too. And I should want to do something +for you for giving me eyes. But at first I shouldn't know how."</p> + +<p>"But when you had learned, you surely would not use the eyes I had given +you to look at any thing I did not want you to see? If, out of love and +gratitude to me, you should always refuse to look at things you knew +were improper, that would be praising me with your life, or thanking +me, which means nearly the same thing."</p> + +<p>"I should think these lame men that Jesus healed, would have followed +Him everywhere He went," said Susy. "And do every thing for Him. <i>I</i> +should, I am sure."</p> + +<p>"But you have more to be grateful for, than those poor men had. For some +of them had been blind or lame ever since they were born, and had +suffered many years before Jesus came to heal them. And do you follow +Jesus wherever He goes, thanking Him, and doing all you can for Him? +Look at those little hands! Have they done for Jesus all they could? And +those strong, busy feet that can carry you anywhere you want to go; have +they never carried you where you knew Jesus would not go? And have you +never spoken any unkind words you would not have liked to speak if you +saw Him standing near, and listening?"</p> + +<p>"I have done a good many naughty things," said Susy. "I never thinked +how good God was. And I've said a good many things I shouldn't think He +liked to hear. I am sorry, mamma. I <i>am</i> sorry, really."</p> + +<p>And Susy <i>was</i> sorry. After she left her mamma she went away by herself +and knelt down and prayed to God. She thanked Him that she was not a +little lame girl, sitting pale and sad and unable to run and play. She +thanked Him that she had eyes to see this beautiful world with. She +thanked Him that she had ears with which to hear about Jesus, and the +holy angels, and the happy heaven above. And last of all, she thanked +Him that she had a tongue with which to thank Him, and asked Him to keep +it from speaking unkind and untruthful words. And He who loves little +children, heard her prayer, and wrote it in His Book.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX2" id="CHAPTER_IX2"></a>CHAPTER IX.</h2> + + +<p>The next day was Sunday, and Susy and Robbie went to church and sat in +the pew with their papa. Susy observed that a plate was handed to every +one, and that when it came to her papa he put in some money. So when +they were walking home together, she said:</p> + +<p>"Papa! who was that money for that you put into the plate, at church?"</p> + +<p>"It was for God," said her papa.</p> + +<p>"How will they get it up to Him?" asked Robbie in great surprise, and +looking up to the sky.</p> + +<p>His papa smiled, and even Susy knew better than that.</p> + +<p>"When Jesus was here on this earth," said their papa, "he sent good men, +two and two at a time, to go about teaching people about God, and about +heaven. And such good men keep going, even to this day. And that money +was to help feed and clothe them while they are preaching, and so I said +it was money given to God."</p> + +<p>"I wish I had some money to give to God," said Susy. "But I haven't a +bit."</p> + +<p>"God does not expect you to give him what you have not," said her papa. +"But you have other things, besides money."</p> + +<p>"I've got some <i>dolls</i>," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"No, I don't mean dolls. When we get home I will read something to you +which will make you see plainly what you can give to God."</p> + +<p>So after dinner they went to the library and Susy's papa took down a +large book and began to turn over the leaves, as if in search of +something. Before long he came to the place he was looking for, and he +lifted Susy into his lap and showed her where to read.</p> + +<p>"Read it aloud," said he, and Susy read.</p> + +<p>"I have this day been before God, and have given myself—all that I am +and have—to God; so that I am in no respect my own. I have no right to +this body, or any of its members; no right to this tongue, these hands, +these feet, these eyes, these ears; I have given myself clean away."</p> + +<p>"These are the words of a great and good man, who is now in heaven. Now +you see what you have to give to God, my darling little Susy."</p> + +<p>Susy looked at her hands and at her feet, and was silent. At last she +said, in a low voice, half to herself:</p> + +<p>"I don't believe God wants them."</p> + +<p>Her papa heard her. "He does want them, and He is looking at you, now, +to see whether you will give them to Him, or keep them for yourself. If +you give them to Him you will be careful never to let them do any thing +naughty, and will teach them to do every good thing they can. And if you +keep them for yourself, they will be likely to do wrong, and to get +into mischief."</p> + +<p>"Have you given yours to Him, papa?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed, long ago."</p> + +<p>"Are you glad?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, very glad."</p> + +<p>Susy sat still silent. She did not quite understand what it all meant.</p> + +<p>"If you give your tongue to God," said her papa, "you never will let it +speak angry, unkind words. Or tell tales. Or speak an untruth."</p> + +<p>"I guess I'll give Him my tongue," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"And if you give God your hands, you will watch them and keep them from +touching things that do not belong to them. You will not let them be +idle, but will keep them busy about something, either work or play—"</p> + +<p>"Oh! will God let them <i>play</i>!" cried Susy in a joyful voice. "Well! +then I'll give Him my hands."</p> + +<p>"And if you give Him your feet, you never will let them carry you where +you ought not to go, but teach them to run quickly when mamma calls; and +when you are old enough, they will carry you to visit and comfort poor +and sick people."</p> + +<p>"Yes, that will be nice!" said Susy. "God shall have my feet."</p> + +<p>"If you give Him your eyes, you will never, never let them look at any +thing you know <i>He</i> would not like to look at if He were here by your +side. Not to read a book you would not read if He were looking over the +page with you. And to use them wisely and with great care."</p> + +<p>"Could I cry with them?"</p> + +<p>"Why, certainly."</p> + +<p>"Mamma says I cry too much."</p> + +<p>"I did not say you might cry <i>too much</i> with them."</p> + +<p>"Well!—I'll give God my eyes some of the time, and some of the time +I'll keep them."</p> + +<p>"Oh! no! God will not like that, at all."</p> + +<p>"Well, I might want to—let me see—I might want to look at +something—and I couldn't. And I should want to be naughty +<i>sometimes</i>."</p> + +<p>"A little girl who loves God want to be naughty!"</p> + +<p>"I love Him, I do love Him," said Susy. "And He may have my eyes. I +guess I shan't want to look at any thing naughty."</p> + +<p>"I dare say you will, Susy, but if you give your eyes to God, you know +He will help them not to do wrong."</p> + +<p>"Then I <i>will</i> give them to Him and <i>welcome</i>," said Susy.</p> + +<p>"And as to your ears, after you have given them to God you will not let +them listen to a <i>word</i> that you think He would not like them to hear. +And you will take care to make them listen to people who try to teach +you. They have behaved very well to-day, and I am sure you will give +them to God."</p> + +<p>"Yes papa, I will."</p> + +<p>Then they knelt down together and Susy's papa prayed to God to hear all +they had been saying and to be so good as to accept all Susy had now +promised to give Him, and to keep her from ever forgetting her promise, +but to make it her rule in all she said and all she did, all she saw and +all she heard, to remember,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I am not my own."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And then he taught her the lines you will find at the end of this book. +They were written nearly two hundred years ago, but are just as good now +as they were then; and may God help every child who reads about little +Susy, to live according to this prayer.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh! that mine eyes might closed be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To what concerns me not to see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That deafness might possess mine ear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To what concerns me not to hear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That truth my tongue might ever tie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From ever speaking foolishly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That no vain thought might ever rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or be conceived in my breast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That by each word, and deed, and thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glory may to my God be brought!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But what are wishes! Lord, mine eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On Thee is fixed, to Thee I cry—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wash, Lord, and purify my heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make it clean in every part;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when 'tis done, Lord, keep it so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that is more than I can do!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Little Susy's Little Servants, by E. 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RANDOLPH & COMPANY, + 38 WEST TWENTY-THIRD STREET. + + COPYRIGHT, 1856 AND 1883, + BY + ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH & COMPANY. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS. + + + + +CHAPTER I. + + +As Little Susy had a kind mamma to take care of her, you will, perhaps, +wonder why God gave her also, a great many servants of her own. He gave +her so many, that you might spend your whole life in reading about them. +But I shall tell you of only a very few, and then you can ask your +mamma to talk to you about the others. For the little servants Susy had, +you have, too. + +At first she did not know what they were for, or where they were. They +did not know, either, and so they were useless. Two of them were black, +and so much alike that you could not tell one from the other. Susy kept +them shut up most of the time, so that nobody could see them. When her +aunts and cousins came to see Susy, they would say: "I should think she +might let _us_ see them!" and would go away quite disappointed. These +black servants were bright little things, and they soon learned to amuse +Susy a great deal. One of the first things they did for her was to let +her see the fire; and that she thought very beautiful. + +Susy had another pair of twins for her servants, who knew so little +what they were for, that they used to slap and scratch her face. Her +mamma said she should have to tie them up if they did so. Indeed, many a +little baby has had them all covered up with white rags, to keep them +from doing mischief before they were old enough to know better. But +though they did not know how to behave, they were very pretty, tiny +little things, and when Susy's papa knelt down and took one of them on +his hand, and kissed it, and wondered at it, and said what a funny wee +morsel it was, why, it looked, to be sure, like a pretty rose-leaf, or +any thing else soft, and pink, you can think of. + +Susy had another pair of twins, that she took no notice of for some +months. They did not learn how to wait upon her so soon as some of the +others did. They were restless little fat things, seldom still a +moment, and about all they knew was how to kick holes in blue and white +socks. + +Susy had still another pair of twins, not very pretty, but very useful, +for without them she never could have heard her mamma sing, or her papa +whistle; or the shovel and tongs fall down and make such a charming +noise; nor the pussy-cat say 'mew!' nor the doggy say 'bow wow!' + +She had one more little servant that she kept out of sight all the +time. All it was good for at first, was to help her get a great many +breakfasts, and dinners, and suppers every day. But it became good for a +great deal more, after a while. + +But if I go on in this way, I am afraid you will get puzzled, you are +such a little creature. So if you will guess the names of these servants +of Susy, I will give you three guesses. And if you do not guess right +the third time, you will have to peep into the glass, when you will see +most of your own; I mean those I have been talking about. + + + + +CHAPTER II. + + +Well! did you look at yourself in the glass? If you did, you saw in the +middle of your face your black, or blue or gray servants, your two eyes. +No matter what color they are; one kind is as good as another kind. + +As soon as Susy found out what hers could do, she kept them very busy +indeed. If she wanted to see her mamma, her eyes would not wait for her +to bid them let her look at her; for they knew her thoughts as well as +she knew them herself. They amused her while she lay on her mamma's lap, +by showing her the bright sunshine that came in at the windows, the +white curtains, and the ball of gay worsted in the work-basket. When she +was turned over, her face downwards, to have her frock tied, they showed +her the carpet, so as to keep her from crying. When they were tired, +Susy had a soft coverlid with a beautiful fringe, that she could draw +down over them, and then they could rest all night. God made this +coverlid on purpose. The finest cambric handkerchief is coarser; God +only can make a cover soft enough for the eye. + +After Susy was washed and dressed in the morning, and had had her +breakfast, her mamma would lay her down upon the bed, and spread a +small blanket over her. Then the busy, bright eyes would look up to the +wall, and look and look at a small spot of sunshine there, till at last +they grew tired, and the soft coverlid would begin to come drooping, +drooping down, and Susy would be fast asleep. Or in the midst of the +dark night, if she woke up and did not know what else to do, she could +look at the night-lamp that sat on the floor in the corner, and wonder +what it was, and how far off. + +Every thing in the world was new to Susy, and as she grew older and her +eyes grew stronger, they kept showing her all sorts of pretty things, +and made the time pass away very quickly indeed. How pleased Susy was +the first time they showed her the sweet smile of love with which her +mamma looked at her! She would have jumped for joy if she had been big +enough. + +But while her two eyes were so busy in doing all they could to amuse +her, her two ears were not idle, and one day when she was yet a very +little baby, she heard a pleasant sound of bells ringing for church, +that was as sweet as music. She looked surprised, and listened, and +listened, and threw up her arms and smiled. After that, if she cried +when she was washed, some body would rattle the tongs and shovel, or +make some such queer noise, and she would stop crying to hear it. So +then I suppose her ears were very glad, and now they could help her pass +her time much more pleasantly than before; for they could help her hear +her mamma sing, and what sort of a sound keys make when they jingle +together, and all that. Susy was astonished at every thing she heard +for she never had been where there were such wonderful noises before. +And when Sarah put coals on the fire, Susy would start, and perhaps +think it was an earthquake unless her mamma smiled, as much as to say: +"Don't be frightened, darling!" + +So what with her eyes, and her ears, and her soft red tongue to get +dinner with, Susy was a very happy baby, growing fatter and stronger and +wiser every day. + + + + +CHAPTER III. + + +But one morning, when she was ten weeks old, Susy began to play with a +plaything. What do you think it was? Why, her own little hand! She felt +of it, lifted it up and looked at it, tasted of it, and admired it very +much. A grave judge, sitting on his bench, and looking as wise as +Solomon, could hardly look graver or wiser than Susy did when she first +found out she had two little hands. How she turned them over, and +tangled up the tiny fingers, and twisted and doubled them! Now she +thought she had found out what those little things were for, that had +been doing nothing but slap and scratch and grow fat. Why, they were to +play with, to be sure! And she never would have to cry for them or get +up to look for them, for there they were, always close by, and so nice +and soft! So Susy played with her hands, and cooed to them, and told +them stories in Greek, or Latin, or Dutch, nobody knows, and was quite +cheery and happy. + +Her mamma was very much pleased to see Susy playing with her hands, and +after a time she offered her a little piece of paper. Susy looked at it +and wanted to take it. But her hands did not know how; all they were +good for was to play with each other. But they wanted to learn to hold +things for Susy, and tried very hard, every day, until at last they did +learn to hold her rattle for her, and then an orange, and then a bunch +of keys. Nice little servants! Don't you think so? And by this time Susy +made a great discovery. She found out that she had two feet of her own, +and thought it would be a good plan to get one of them into her mouth. +She worked very hard, before she succeeded, and was such a busy little +baby that she could hardly spare time to eat her breakfast. I suppose +she thought all those fat little feet were made for, was just for her to +play with; just as she had thought about her hands. + +Perhaps you would like to see a letter that Susy wrote to her little +cousin about these times. I rather think she must have got her mamma, +or some body, to write it for her. + + MY DEAR COUSIN: + + Since I last wrote you, I have grown a good deal, for I am now six + months old. I can not sit alone yet, for when I try, I fall over + sideways. But with a pillow behind me, I can sit up very well, and + play with my toys. I have an old basket half full of playthings, + about which I will tell you. First I have an ivory ring, with a + blue string in it; but I don't think much of that. Then I have a + large glass stopper that came out of a vinegar cruet. Thirdly I + have two spools tied together, and fastened to them, some how, is a + whole piece of tape that I snatched out of my mamma's basket, and + sucked till she said it was good for nothing, and I might as well + keep it. Fourthly I have a cork that used to be in a bottle of + something sweet, for it tastes very good: I am fond of this cork, + and lie on the floor and play with it, just as a cat plays with a + mouse. I have also a half dollar with a hole in it, that my + grandmamma gave me; but I always cry when I play with it, for it is + so hard it hurts my mouth. I have a great many rags that my mamma + has given me. When she cuts out my little frocks, she gives me the + pieces that are left, and some are white, some pink, and some blue. + You see I am going to wear short frocks pretty soon. But my best + playthings are two red sticks that were a part of an old fan your + mamma left here. The other day I was lying on the floor, and I + thought I would see how far I could get one of them down my throat. + When I had pushed it a good way, I began to cry. My mamma caught + me up and pulled it out, but my throat bled and was sore, so I + guess I won't push it in so far, next time. + + Sometimes I go and pay a visit to our old cat and her three + kittens. I talk to them as loud as I can, but they do not seem to + understand what I say. And they don't like it when I try to put + them in my mouth. + + I am sorry to say that as I increase in wisdom I grow in + naughtiness. I always cry all the time mamma is washing and + dressing me, and am very angry with her, for I don't like to be + washed. And the moment I see her take out my basket at night, so as + to undress me and put me to bed, I scream with all my might, and + never stop till I feel something soft in my mouth. Last night as I + lay on the floor playing with my beloved cork, mamma came behind + me and unfastened all my clothes, so that time I did not cry. I + have two feet that I find very handy to kick with when I am angry, + and two hands that pick up my toys when I want to play, and two + eyes that show me pictures and other pretty things, and that never + get any rest except when I am asleep. And if you ever answer this + letter, I have two ears with which I hear it read. + + I am a very good baby when I wake in the morning. I lie in bed a + good while, playing with my feet, or any thing else I can get hold + of. Sometimes I untie mamma's cap strings and sometimes I scratch + and pull her cheeks and chin. Very often I almost pull papa's nose + off his face, for I don't know what he wants of it when he is fast + asleep. Doesn't this remind you of old times, three or four years + ago, when you were a baby? If you ever come here I shall not know + what to do to amuse you, for I can not talk. I should scratch your + face and pull your hair, and put my fingers in your eyes; I don't + know any better, I am such a little baby. I am very tired now, and + must bid you good by; but one of these days I will write you + another letter. + + Your little cousin, + + SUSY. + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + + +Not long after Susy sent her letter, her mamma bought some tiny little +shoes and stockings for her. Susy was very much pleased indeed, and at +first she would keep untying her shoes and taking them off. But one day +when she awoke from her nap, she took hold of the two sides of her +cradle, and stood up straight in it. Now she had found out that feet +were not made just for playthings, but to stand on. She was so glad! She +kept taking hold of the chairs, and her mamma's dress, or the legs of +the table, so as to pull herself up on to her feet, and pretty soon she +would stand at a chair with her toys, and play by the hour, and if the +chair moved a little, from her leaning against it, her feet would move +too, first one, then the other, learning how to walk. How delighted +every body was when one day Susy got up in the middle of the floor, and +ran across the room! It would be hard to tell which laughed most--Susy, +or her papa or her mamma. + +Now Susy had learned how to use all her little servants, except her +tongue. And you must know that her mamma had been giving her lessons on +that subject every day. That is, she kept coaxing and begging her to +say, "papa;" and I don't know how many hundred times a day she cried out +to Susy, "Say _papa_!" But Susy did not say papa, and all the private +lessons were in vain. But one evening, when she had the toothache and +could not sleep she stretched forth her hand and said "book," to her +mamma's great delight, who thought there was no doubt her baby was going +to be very fond of books indeed. Now Susy had found out that her tongue +was very useful, for her mamma gave her the book she had asked for; so +she soon learned to say a great many other words. + +Did you ever think before, how long it takes a baby to learn how to use +the little eyes and hands and feet, God has been so good as to give it? +If you watch your baby brother or sister, you will see how awkward it is +at first about using its hands; and do not you remember how eager you +were to hear it speak its first word, and to see it trot about on its +own little feet? + +But all this time I have only spoken of Susy's hands and feet, and ears, +and eyes, and tongue, as being useful to herself, and have not said a +word about their doing things for other people. Now it is not likely +that God meant any little child should live in this world, where there +is so much to do, and do nothing for its papa and mamma, and nothing for +Him who has done so much for its happiness and comfort. And he is so +kind, and loves so to please those who love Him, that long before Susy +was old enough to know it, He taught her small baby hands to begin some +of the sweetest work He made them to do. When, in the midst of a +sleepless night in which Susy's mamma watched over, and sang to, and +cared for her, she had such a reward, such precious payment for all her +fatigue and labor, that a queen might have envied her. What do you think +it was? Why, it was feeling Susy's little hand pat and caress her face +in the dark night, or lie folded lovingly in her own, or clinging fast +to her neck with all the strength a baby can use. Then a thrill of joy +would rush through her mamma's heart, and she would forget every thing +the world has in it of trouble, and thank God for giving her a baby to +live and to work for, and a baby to love and comfort her in return. + + + + +CHAPTER V. + + +So day after day passed, and one or another of Susy's little servants +was always busy in doing something for her pleasure. Either her hands +played with pretty toys, or her eyes looked at beautiful pictures and +kind, loving faces of dear friends, or her ears listened to sweet music +or amusing stories, or her feet carried her up and down, here and there +and everywhere. If she had had no eyes, she could have used her hands, +but she could not have seen the toys they held. If she had had no ears, +she could never have heard her mamma's voice, nor ever learned to talk +or to sing. If she had had no hands, she could have walked about, and +looked at pretty things, but she could have touched no toy, held no dear +dolly, caressed and patted no little kitty. And if she had been without +feet, she might have used her eyes, and her ears, and her hands, and her +tongue, but when other children jumped and ran and played, Susy must +have sat still in her little chair, and felt what a long, long day that +is when one can not move. + +I dare say you know some little boy who can not hear or talk, or some +pale little girl who can not run and play. And if God has been so very +good to you as to give you what He has not seen best to give them, how +you ought to thank him! And how happy you should be if you ever can lend +a book or give a flower, or do any kind act for the deaf and dumb boy +who never heard his mamma call him "darling!" no matter how many times +she may have said it. And if you can ever be what the Bible calls "feet +to the lame;" if you run to pick up that little pale girl's ball if she +drops it; if you can go up stairs to get her doll when she wants it, +would not that be making your own little servants useful and very happy? +And if you ever happen to be where there is a blind child, would you not +like to lend it your eyes now and then? And as you can not do that, you +would surely love to take it by the hand and lead it about; and when +you are old enough to read you would read pretty stories to it? There +was once a dear little boy not much more than two years old, who became +very ill. His head ached so that he did not love to play or run about. +He liked to have his papa or mamma carry him round the room, and then +when his poor head did not ache too hard, they would talk to him and +tell him stories. One day his papa said to his mamma: "I do not believe +our little Charlie will ever get well. I think that Jesus will soon take +him up to heaven. And I mean to talk to him a great deal about Jesus, so +that the moment he gets to heaven he will be happy to be near such a +dear, kind Friend." So Charlie's papa often took his poor little boy in +his arms, and let him lay his head on his shoulder, while he walked +gently up and down talking about Christ. He told him all those sweet +stories from the Bible, how Jesus pitied sick people, and how he cured +them, and how many lame men he made to walk, and how many blind to see. +So one day after he had been talking so, he had to give Charlie to his +nurse while he went out for a time, and Charlie lay with his head on her +shoulder, just as he had done on his papa's, till all at once he lifted +it up, and said: "Mary did you know that Jesus hadn't any eyes?" + +"Oh! yes, Jesus had eyes," said Mary. + +"He had some once, but He gave them to a poor blind man," said Charlie. + +You see Charlie was such a little boy that he thought when his papa told +him that Jesus gave eyes to a blind man, that he had to give him his +own. + +Little Charlie is in heaven now and has been there a great many years. +And he has long known more about the goodness of God than any body who +still lives in this world. And if he could speak to you, he would tell +you that it is better to be without eyes and hands and feet, than not to +love Him who was willing rather to die than that you should not know and +love Him. + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + + +I have spoken of some of the good things Susy's little servants could +do, and I am sorry to have to say that she sometimes let them do naughty +ones. + +The first thing was while she was still a baby, when she raised her hand +to slap her dear, kind mamma because she was going to wash her. Little +babies often do so before they have been taught better. The moment +Susy's hand had given the slap, she saw that her mamma's face became +grave and displeased. Then Susy was sorry, and she made haste to kiss +the place she had hurt, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. But pretty +soon, when something else vexed her, she lifted her little hand, and was +going to strike with it. Her mamma caught it in hers, and looked at it +gravely, and said: "Naughty little hand!" Then Susy began to cry again +and she cried so much that her mamma had to lend her her handkerchief to +wipe away her tears. Almost every day the little hand was naughty in +this way, but at last Susy's mamma cured it, by always tying a red +mitten on it whenever it slapped. It did not like to wear a mitten at +all, because then it could not pick up its toys so well. + +After Susy had learned not to strike, her little hands began to grow +meddlesome, that is, to touch and take things they should not have +touched. One day they tore the newspaper all to pieces. Once they cut +off all her hair, as far as they could reach it. One of them got into +the sugar-bowl and took three lumps of sugar. And once, when they were +in the country, and there was a wash-stand in the room, Susy tried to +open the drawer, and pulled the wash-stand over, broke the pitcher, +spilled the water, and frightened every body very much indeed. + +All these things made a deal of trouble. Susy's mamma had to keep all +the time teaching her that she must not do so. It took her a great while +to teach Susy that there were some things she must not touch. + +And when the busy little hands began to learn what they were taught, +then the little feet began to get into trouble. One day before Susy was +old enough to go up and down stairs by herself, her mamma had visitors, +and Susy kept talking and talking at such a rate that at last nobody +else could be heard. So her mamma took her into the hall and seated her +on the lowest stair, where Susy was fond of sitting, and said to her: +"My little Susy must sit here a while because she does not mind mamma +and stop talking." Pretty soon she heard a little voice cry out, "Mamma! +aren't you afraid your little girl will fall down stairs?" and on +running to see what that meant, there was Susy sitting on the top stair, +smiling and looking very happy to think she had played such a trick. And +not long after, the two truant feet carried Susy out into the street, +among the carts and horses, and if God had not taken care of her, she +would certainty have been killed. And another time Susy climbed up and +was just going to put one foot out of the window, when her mamma caught +her by her dress, and pulled her back. I suppose you did just such +things when you were a baby, and your mamma might amuse you by telling +you about it. + +[Illustration] + +Susy was not so mischievous as some children are, and when she was +three years old, and had learned what she might do, and what she must +not, her mamma could leave her all alone in the parlor, with a few toys, +and be quite sure that she would touch nothing she had been forbidden to +touch, nor climb up into dangerous places, nor take any dangerous thing. +The scissors might lie on the table, and the sharp knife open by her +side; the good little hands would not touch them. Nor would the +obedient little feet now take Susy near the fire where she could so +easily have been burned. If Susy _promised_ to do a thing, she always +did it, and so her mamma often let her play by herself in the parlor, +when up in the nursery Robbie had not yet learned not to get away all +her toys. + + + + +CHAPTER VII. + + +When Susy first learned to walk, she was so pleased to find that she +could run about, that she liked very much to run to get things for her +papa or mamma. She felt herself almost a young lady when she found she +could lift one of papa's boots and carry it to him; and how pleased she +was when her mamma sent her to get her work-basket! When Robbie was +dressed she liked to stand by, and hold the pins, and she even thought +she could brush his hair, and tie his frocks, if they would let her try. + +But as she grew older, and stronger, and wiser, and so better able to +run for mamma, or to wait upon her papa, Susy grew selfish. If her mamma +said, "Susy bring me my work," Susy would say, "In a minute, mamma!" +and go on playing. Or she would ask, "Must I bring it?" or, "Mayn't I +wait till I have finis'ed my house?" And if her papa said, "Doesn't my +little Susy want to rub papa's head?" she would be likely to give it one +or two little rubs, and then run off to play again. + +A great many ways were tried to cure Susy of these faults. One of the +best was never to allow her to do a little favor after she had objected +to do it. When her mamma asked her to run and get a book for her, if +Susy looked fretful, or went slowly, or said, "Oh! dear!" then her papa +would say, "Stop, Susy, you can not go. Nobody shall wait on dear mamma +who looks and speaks so!" and then he would go for the book himself, and +Susy would feel so ashamed! And as soon as Robbie was able to use _his_ +feet and hands, Susy learned from his behavior to try to obey quickly +and cheerfully; for no matter how busy Robbie was, he always _smiled_ +when papa called him to get things for him, and if Susy did not jump the +very moment she was spoken to, Robbie would get it first, and then he +would have a sweet kiss and a loving smile, as his reward. + +But you must not think Susy did not try to grow good, or that she never +_was_ good. Her papa and mamma often had a great deal of comfort in +seeing how hard she tried to do kind, loving things for them. If she saw +her papa look tired, she would often go to him and say, "Dear papa! when +I am a big girl I mean to work and let _you_ sit still!" and, "May I rub +your head? May I get your slippers?" And when her mamma saw her feeling +and behaving so sweetly, she did not forget to tell her when she went +to bed, how much pleasure it had given her. + +"My little hands have been good hands to-day," Susy said one night. "And +I wish mamma would kiss them when they've been good." Her mamma smiled, +and kissed them, and then Susy folded them together, and knelt down and +prayed. And after she had got into bed, she said: "My hands will never +be naughty any more. Never strike Robbie, never take away his toys, +never touch any body's things." + +And then her mamma told her a story about a little girl who stood by her +brother's coffin, and taking up the small, cold hand, kissed it, and +said: "This little hand never struck me!" Susy lay still, and thought +and thought a good while, after hearing this story. + +"Mamma!" said she, at last, "I _will_ try to be good. And then perhaps +when I am dead, you will 'member me, and you can take hold of my little +hand, and say, 'This little hand wasn't always a good little hand, but +it _tried_ to be good, and sometimes it patted and loved me.'" Then Susy +put up her hand, and caressed her mamma's cheek, and kept saying, "Dear +mamma! kind mamma!" till she fell asleep. + + + + +CHAPTER VIII. + + +"Mamma!" said Susy, one day as they were walking home from church, +"there is a little girl in my class at Sunday-school, who loves me +dearly. She always hugs my hands and hugs them." + +Her mamma smiled, and said, "Then I hope you 'hugged' hers too." + +"I was afraid to," said Susy. + +"Then that little girl was disappointed, I dare say. You should have let +her see that you were grateful to her for loving you." + +"I turned my head away round--so--" said Susy. + +"Instead of that you should have smiled, and looked kindly at her, as +much as to say, I like to have you love me, and I love you, too." + +Susy looked down, and smiled. "I was afraid to," she said again. + +They walked along together in silence for some time. At last Susy quite +forgot what they had been talking about, and began to think what a +pleasant day it was, and how sweet and fresh the air felt, and how nice +it was to walk with her dear papa and mamma, and while she thought thus, +she clasped the hand she held, more firmly and lovingly. Her mamma, +however, took no notice of this, and turned her head away. + +Susy felt hurt. + +"Mamma does not love me a bit," thought she, and she was going to draw +away her hand. + +Her mamma looked down and smiled and said playfully: "Oh! I felt your +little, loving squeeze, but I was afraid to take any notice of it." + +Susy smiled too. She never forgot this little lesson, and it was useful +to her as long as she lived. + +Children should not only learn to observe little tokens of love, but to +be grateful for them. + +"Mamma, was I a good girl in church?" said Susy, when they reached home. + +"Yes, pretty good. But I must tell you something about a dear little +boy, whose life you shall read, as soon as you are old enough. When +asked if there were many children at Sunday-school, he said: 'I don't +know, for when I am there, I never dare to look round.' Now your little +hands were very good in church; and so were your little feet. But I +thought your eyes and ears were not so good." + +"My eyes looked round a good deal," said Susy. "But my ears _couldn't_ +do any thing naughty." + +"Yes they could, dear Susy, by not listening to what was said. Did they +hear any thing at all?" "No, mamma. I was busy, thinking. I thinked +about my dollies." + +"But we do not go to church to think about dollies. We go to praise God, +and hear about Him." + +"Big people don't have any dollies," said Susy. + +"But they have other things that they like as well. And when they first +go into church they ask God to help them not to think about any thing +but Himself, and to hear what is said. For in the Bible it speaks of +those who having ears, hear not--and I do not want my little Susy to be +one of those." + +Susy then went up stairs to the nursery, where she found Robbie asleep +in his cradle. She went up to him and putting her mouth close to his +ear, shouted, "Robbie! Robbie!" + +Robbie opened his eyes, turned over and smiled. + +"You naughty, naughty girl!" said his nurse, "to wake your brother up. +I'll tell your mamma, and she'll punish you well." + +"I didn't mean to wake him up," said Susy. "I only wanted to see if he +was one of those who having ears, hear not. And I guess he isn't, he +wakes up so easy." + +"I'll tell your mamma the very first thing. He will be just as cross as +two sticks. Just as I had got him to sleep! It is too bad!" + +Susy looked quite puzzled to know what she had done. She ran down to her +mamma, and told her all about it. + +"Was I naughty, mamma?" she asked. + +"Yes, I think you were. For you know how often I have told you there +must be no noise when Robbie was asleep. And then it was wrong to use +God's holy words to play with." + +Susy sighed. "Oh! dear!" said she. "First my ears are naughty, and then +my tongue. But they are sorry, mamma." + +Her mamma kissed her, and told her to go up stairs and amuse Robbie, as +she had made him lose his nap. So Susy went, and said in a pleasant +voice to Nurse: + +"I've come to 'muse Robbie because I woke him up," and Nurse smiled and +said: + +"Well you _are_ a good child when you aren't naughty." + + + + +CHAPTER IX. + + +One day Susy and her mamma and Robbie were sitting alone together in the +nursery. Susy was in the corner, with her toys, and Robbie sat on his +mamma's lap. Every now and then he put up his little hand to pat her +cheek or to play with her hair. His bare white foot was nestled in her +hand, and more than once she leaned over and kissed it. After a time +Susy got up and came and stood by them. + +"You love Robbie dearly, don't you mamma?" she asked. + +"Yes, darling--dearly. And I love my little Susy just as well." + +"You wouldn't like to kiss _my_ little foot," said Susy. + +"I used to kiss it when it was a little baby foot, and wasn't covered up +with a shoe. But it would be rather funny for me to take off its shoe +and stocking so as to kiss it when there is this nice, round cheek, all +handy." + +Susy laughed; and kneeling down she took Robbie's foot in her hand, +kissed it, laid it on her neck and cheek, and talked to it as if it were +a doll. + +"Some body said Robbie's hands were whiter than mine," said she. + +"That is nothing," said her mamma. "The question is not whether Susy's +hands are white, but whether they do all they can for God." + +"They are too little to do any thing for God," said Susy in a mournful +voice. + +"Why no, indeed, Jesus said that whoever gave a cup of cold water in his +name, that is, for His sake, should not lose his reward. And you can do +as much as that, I am sure. Besides that, every time you pick up +Robbie's toys for him, you do something for God." + +Susy looked puzzled. + +"If you can't understand how this can be, just believe it because your +mamma tells you so, and by and by, when you are older, you will +understand it. God sees every thing you do, and when you leave your own +play, and run to do a little favor for Robbie, or papa, or any of us, +then He is pleased. When I was kissing Robbie's feet and hands just +now, I was praying to God to keep them always pure, and to teach them +very early, to work for Him. And so I often did for yours when you were +a baby, and do now, every day." + +Susy was pleased to hear this, and she tried to think of something she +could do. Her papa came in just then, feeling very tired, and hoping to +find mamma at leisure to rub and comb his head. + +"Isn't Robbie well?" he asked. + +"Not very well," said his mamma, "and I am trying to keep him quiet, +hoping he may fall asleep. But I have one hand to rub your head with, if +that will do." + +"Oh! let me rub papa's head," said Susy, in a joyful voice. "Lie on the +sofa, papa, and I'll rub it!" + +So papa threw himself down, and Susy pushed a chair up to the bureau, +and climbed up for the brush and comb, and though she tangled his hair +and pulled it dreadfully, papa let her work at his poor head, till +Robbie fell asleep, and mamma could come to the rescue. Susy felt very +happy, and she whispered to her mamma: + +"I love you, dear mamma, and I like God, too." + +She felt very sweet and happy, and looking about to see if there were +any thing else she could do, she saw a fly on Robbie's face. She ran +quickly, and drove it away. + +"Little fly! do you think you are going to have Robbie's face for your +dinner?" said she. "No, indeed! I shall sit here, and drive you away. +And you can go home and tell your mother there is a great big giant +named Susy, sitting by the cradle, and you are afraid to try to eat +Robbie's face." + +The fly, on hearing this, flew away, and Susy sat so still that all at +once she fell over, fast asleep. Then her mamma came softly and tucked a +pillow under her head, threw a cradle quilt over her, and left her to +enjoy a sweet sleep. + + + + +CHAPTER X. + + "But Satan finds some mischief still + For idle hands to do." + + +"Susy, dear, don't you feel well?" asked her mamma, seeing Susy sitting +idly on the carpet. + +"Yes, mamma, I feel well, but I don't know what to do. I wish you would +tell me what to do." + +"Well, you may go down and shell peas," said her mamma. + +"I don't want to shell peas," said Susy. "I shelled a bushel yesterday." + +"Oh! no, not a bushel. Not much more than a cup full," said nurse. + +"Then you may hold a skein of silk for me to wind." + +"I don't want to work, I want to play," said Susy. + +Her mamma was called down to see visitors, and Susy remained sitting on +the floor, in not very good humor. + +"Oh! dear. I wish I had something to do!" said she. "I wonder how Robbie +would do for a doll? I guess I'll try and see." + +So she crept over softly to the corner where Robbie sat playing with his +blocks, and where she was out of nurse's sight, and began to unbutton +his frock. + +By and by, judging by the silence that something wrong was going on, +nurse got up and went to look. There lay Robbie with his clothes all +off, while Susy was trying to squeeze one of his arms into her doll's +night-gown. The patient little fellow held a block fast in one hand, as +his comforter under his sorrows, for he really thought he had done +something naughty and had to be put to bed. + +"Pretty works, I do think!" said nurse. "Just let me call your mamma to +see you, that's all." + +Susy jumped up and caught nurse by her dress. "You shan't call mamma!" +said she. "Robbie is my doll, and I'm putting him to bed. Aren't you, +Robbie?" + +Nurse only answered by snatching him up and kissing him. + +"I do believe he would let you cut his head off, if you wanted to," said +she. "Susy is a naughty girl, and her mamma will whip her." + +"Naughty dirl, mamma s'ap!" repeated Robbie, showing with his little +hands how mamma would do. + +"If you had gone down like a good girl, and shelled peas," said nurse, +"you wouldn't have got into mischief. Where is the other stocking? On +your doll's arm? Bring it to me this minute. And what have you done with +Robbie's shirt? He will catch his death sitting here with nothing on. +Well! we'll see what his mamma will say!" + +By this time Susy was convinced she had done something really dreadful. +So she went softly down stairs and began to shell peas as fast as she +could. Her little thoughts were very busy. + +"I guess mamma won't care. I was only playing. And I will shell a _lot_ +of peas. I wish I knowed where I put Robbie's shirt. I guess I put it +under the bed. But if he doesn't have it on, he'll catch cold." The busy +fingers stopped, she slipped down from her chair, and away went the +peas, rolling this way and that, about the kitchen floor. + +"I wish you'd stay up stairs, where you belong," said Sarah. "See how +you've wasted the peas! If I were your mamma, I would not give you any +for your dinner." + +"I'll pick them up," said Susy. "And mamma said I might shell them." She +seemed so sorry that Sarah said it was no matter, she guessed six peas +wouldn't be much loss. So Susy went back to the nursery to see about the +missing shirt. + +"If there isn't Robbie's shirt hanging out of your pocket!" said nurse. +"I declare! I never saw such a child. Well! you wait till your mamma +hears of this!" As she spoke in an angry voice, Susy saw a faint smile +on the corner of her mouth, that quite cheered her disconsolate little +heart. + +"I didn't mean to be naughty," said she. "I did not know what else to +do. And I never will do so any more for a thousand years. Won't you +forgive me?" + +"Oh! yes, I'll forgive you. And I'll teach you a hymn, besides, about +idle hands." + + How doth the little busy bee + Improve each shining hour; + And gather honey all the day, + From every opening flower! + + How skilfully she builds her cell, + How neat she spreads the wax! + And labors hard to store it well + With the sweet food she makes. + + In works of labor or of skill, + I would be busy too; + For Satan finds some mischief still, + For idle hands to do. + + In books, or work, or healthful play, + Let my first years be passed; + That I may give for every day + Some good account at last. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS. + +_SECOND SERIES._ + + + + +CHAPTER I. + + +"I wish I knew how to sew," Susy one day said to her nurse. + +"I wish so, too," said nurse. "For then you could be always making +aprons and things for your babies. And in time, you could make a shirt +for your papa." + +Susy smiled at this pleasant prospect. + +"I'll go and ask mamma to teach me," said she, jumping up. "And I'll +make my dollies some frocks, and some aprons, and some cloaks and +bonnets. And I'll make _you_ an apron, too, Robbie." + +Robbie looked as if he admired Susy very much, and began to think, as he +always did when pleased, what he could give her. + +In the mean time their nurse had cut out a little white petticoat, and +was basting it very nicely together. + +"Is that for me?" cried Susy joyfully. "O Nursey!" + +And Susy sat down, took the needle in her eager little fingers, and +began to sew. + +"Oh! you mustn't put the needle back and forth that way!" said nurse. +"See here, the point of the needle should come towards you." + +"Yes, I know," said Susy, and went on sewing all sorts of ways. + +"That isn't right," said nurse. "When you learn to sew you ought to +learn the best way." + +"This is the best way," said Susy. + +"Very well. If you know so much, there's no use in my teaching you," +said nurse, feeling rather vexed. + +"Oh! dear, here's an old, ugly old knot!" said Susy. She pulled the +thread angrily and it broke. + +"Fix it for me, will you nurse?" + +Nurse joined the thread in silence. Susy took one more stitch and her +needle unthreaded. + +"I can't string my needle," said she. + +"You must learn," said nurse. "See, this way. And you needn't talk about +stringing it, as if it were a bead. Ah! well. I may as well thread it +this time. But my! what stitches! Why, dolly will fall through between +them." + +"I guess I won't learn to sew," said Susy. "It's hard. Here's the +needle. I'll put it back in your cush pinion for you." + +"My pin cushion, you mean. But I should be ashamed if I were you, not to +know how to sew. There was little Mary Jones where I used to live; she +sewed like a woman. Such stitches! But then there are few children like +Mary Jones." + +"I thought you said she was the trial of your life," said Susy. + +"Well! the child's memory!" said nurse, lifting up her hands. "You +should not notice every thing I say, my dear. Now I'll tell you +something. You learn to sew and you shall make a little bag to give to +your mamma. Just such a bag as Mary Jones made for her mamma. Only +yours shall be blue, and hers was pink. Come! that's a good girl! Your +mamma will be so pleased!" + +So Susy sat down again, and took a few more stitches. + +"The needle hurts me!" said she. + +"That's because you've no thimble. I'll lend you my silver thimble--the +one your aunt gave me." + +So nurse wound a large piece of paper round and round Susy's finger, +and crowded the thimble over the whole. It looked like a helmet on a +dwarf. + +Susy took one more stitch, and sighed. + +"I'm tired," said she. "And the thimble is so heavy!" + +"Well, put your work away then," said nurse, "and when we go out I'll +buy you a dear little brass thimble. But not unless you'll promise to be +patient, and to try to learn." + +Susy promised, but her promise cost her many tears. For her needle +unthreaded, her thread broke, or got into knots, her hands were awkward +and did not know how to behave, and then when she cried on her work, it +made it hard to sew. + +But every day, her hands grew more skillful. Finding they really _must_ +learn to sew, they would not dispute about such a trifle, and you can +not think how delighted Susy was to be able, one day, to carry her +mamma the nice bag she had made for her. + +"Thank you, darling," said her mamma. "I am very glad your little hands +have made this for me, and I will keep it a great while. Why, when your +aunt Laura was your age, she had made a whole quilt of bits of calico +not much larger than the palm of your hand. The next thing I know, I +suppose you will be writing me a little letter." + +"Oh! I never could learn to write!" said Susy. + +"Why not? Are not your hands just like mine? And they learned to write." + +Susy smiled, and looked at her mamma's hands and then at her own, but +did not have time to talk any more just then. + + + + +CHAPTER II. + + +For just at this moment a carriage drove up to the door, and Susy ran to +the window to see who had come. She saw two gentlemen alight, and +presently her mamma was called down. + +"You may come with me, Susy," said she. + +So they went down together, and Susy saw that one of the gentlemen had +soft white hair flowing down to his shoulders. She looked at his mild, +kind face with great interest, and when he placed his hand on her head, +and blessed her, she felt very happy. + +"Mamma, is that the Apostle John?" she whispered. + +Her mamma smiled, and shook her head, and Susy sat still, and listened +to what was said, without speaking, for her little tongue had learned +that it must keep still when older persons were talking. + +After the visitors went away, she made up for lost time, by asking +several questions all in one long row. + +"Who was that man? What makes his hair so white? Did you see him put his +hand on my head? I liked him dearly." + +"That was a very good man," said her mamma, "and I hope God will hear +the prayer he made for you when he put his hand on your head." + +"That's the way Jesus put his hand on the heads of little children," +said Susy. "I wish I had been there." + +"That reminds me of a sweet little hymn that I copied from a book Mrs. +Ray lent me. I must read it to you till you learn it. Come! we'll go +right up stairs, and you shall hear it." + +So they went up stairs, and Susy heard for the first time that +beautiful hymn, beginning: + + "I think when I hear that sweet story of old." + +Tears came into her eyes as she listened, but they were tears of +pleasure; she soon had learned the first verse, and they sat singing it +together when nurse came in with Robbie, who had a small box in his +hand. + +"Mrs. Ray has sent Susy a box of beads," said she, "and says she must +string them when she does not know what else to do." + +Susy was delighted to hear this, and she flew off to find a needle and +thread, so as to begin at once to string her beads. It was, however, +time for their supper, and she had to wait. + +She was too happy to eat much, and as soon as she could, she hastened to +the window, and seated herself to begin her pleasant work. She had +hardly strung a dozen beads when looking down, she saw that they had +all fallen from the string. + +"Oh! dear! that's because I didn't make a knot. Oh! how I wish I knew +how to make knots! Nursey! won't you make a knot?" + +"It's too dark to string beads," said nurse. "You'll hurt your eyes, +Susy. Come! put away your beads, and go to bed." + +"It doesn't hurt my eyes," said Susy. "I can see just as easy." + +All of a sudden she felt two hands over her eyes. + +"O papa! is that you! Please don't! I want to string my beads. See, +papa! all these beads. Mrs. Ray sent them." + +"Mrs. Ray was very kind," said her papa. "But my little Susy is not kind +at all. She has been abusing two of those servants that God gave her. +Don't you know it is wrong to treat your eyes so?" + +"I guess they didn't care," said Susy. + +"I guess they did," said her papa. "And you must remember that eyes are +very precious things, and be careful of them. If I should give you a +little white-handled penknife--" + +"O papa! I wish you would!" + +"If I gave you one, would it be right for you to cut off one of your +little fingers with it?" + +"Why, no, papa!" + +"And is it right to injure the eyes God has been so very kind as to give +you?" + +"No, papa. And I won't, again." + +"But what are they looking so hard at my pocket for?" asked her papa, +smiling. + +"Why, I thought perhaps there was a little knife there," said Susy, +rather doubtfully. + +"And so there is. It was given me to-day, and I will give it to you. +Only you must promise not to open it. For you are such a little girl +that I do not dare to let you use it yet." + +Susy promised, and her papa took her on one shoulder and Robbie on the +other, and "rided" them as Robbie called it, three times across the +room, and then they kissed each other good night, and Susy and her box +of beads and her little knife all went to bed together. + + + + +CHAPTER III. + + +About this time a lady came to visit Susy's mamma, bringing with her a +little boy. + +His name was Thomas. He was several years older than Susy, but as there +was no one else for him to play with, he had to amuse himself with her +as well as he could. Susy followed him about, wherever he went, and +thought every thing he did very amusing, and that every thing he said +must be right. + +One afternoon as they were playing together in his mamma's room, Thomas +asked Susy if she liked candy. + +"Yes, I like it," said Susy. "But mamma does not let me eat it very +often." + +"My mother lets me eat as much as I please," said Thomas. "There is a +great bundle of it in her trunk, and she lets me go and get some, as +often as I want it. I'll give you some if you will hold open the trunk +for me." + +Susy did not know that Thomas had been forbidden to open this trunk. So +she stood holding the cover open, while he searched for the candy. But +it was heavy, and her little hands were not strong enough to hold it +long. + +"Make haste, Thomas," said she, "or I shall let it fall." + +"I _am_ making haste," said Thomas. "And don't you go and let it fall; +you'll break my head in two, if you do." + +Susy tried with all her strength to hold up the heavy lid, but Thomas +kept her waiting too long, and all at once down it came. Thomas tried to +draw back his head, but the trunk-cover was too quick for him, and gave +him a blow right across his face and eyes. + +As soon as he knew enough to speak, he called Susy all sorts of bad +names, and struck her several times. Susy was so frightened and +astonished, that at first she was quite silent, but after a moment she +began to cry so loudly that every body came running in to see what was +the matter. + +By this time Thomas's forehead and face looked quite bruised and +swollen, and the moment his mamma saw it she flew to kiss him, and then +turned to Susy, and said in a angry tone: + +"What did you strike him for, you naughty child?" + +"I didn't strike him," said Susy; "I didn't mean to hurt him; I could +not hold up the cover, it was so heavy." + +"What cover?" asked her mamma. + +"The trunk-cover," said Susy. + +"Oh! so you were at my trunk, were you?" said the lady. "And who said +you might do that?" + +"Thomas told me to hold it open while he got the candy." + +"Oh! what a story!" said Thomas. "She went and opened the trunk and was +going to look for candy, and I went to make her come away, and she +struck me with a great big stick." + +"Is that true, Susy?" asked her mamma in a grave, sad voice. For the +mere thought that Susy could do such a thing, made her heart ache. + +Before Susy had time to answer, the lady cried out: + +"Of course, it is true. Don't you see the dreadful marks on his face?" + +"Answer, Susy, is it true?" repeated her mamma. + +Susy tried to tell the whole story, just as it happened, but seeing her +mamma look so sad, and every body else believing Thomas, she could only +cry still harder. + +Then her mamma took her away to her own room, and wiped away her tears, +and said: + +"Now tell me, my dear Susy, all about it. I can not think my precious +child has done this sinful thing. But don't be afraid to tell me the +whole truth. Remember God hears every word you say. Remember, my +darling! Think before you speak." + +"Mamma, I telled the truth!" said Susy. "I telled the truth. Thomas said +he would get some candy for me if I would hold up the cover. And I tried +to hold it, and I couldn't. And won't you believe me? O mamma! won't you +believe me?" + +Then Susy's mamma said in her heart, to God: + +"O God! teach me what to believe. Do not let me make a mistake. And oh! +do not let my little Susy ever speak a word that is not true." + +And after she had said that, there came into her mind a way by which she +could find out whether Thomas had spoken the truth. + +She went right back to the lady's room, whom she found holding Thomas in +her lap, and feeding with candy. + +"Thomas, where is the stick you said Susy struck you with?" asked she. + +Thomas blushed and looked about, as if in search of the stick. + +"I suppose she hid it, somewhere," said he. + +"She could not do that, for she has been with me ever since she left the +room." + +"I dare say we shall find it," said the lady. "And I hope you mean to +give Susy a good whipping. She needs it, I am sure. Such a blow! Why, +what a naughty child she must be!" + +"Susy says Thomas opened the trunk and told her to hold it open while he +looked for candy. And it was heavy, and she let it fall on his head. I +think she has spoken the truth. I never knew her to speak any thing +else. The marks on Thomas's face look to me, just like those the heavy +lid of a trunk would make." + +"They look to me like the marks of a stick," said the lady. "But people +see things differently. Come, Thomas! eat this nice candy. And I'll buy +you something to pay for this." + +Susy's mamma said no more. She felt sorry to have her dear little +daughter in such trouble but there seemed no help for it. She went back +to her room; and taking Susy again in her lap, talked gently to her +about the dreadful sin of which Thomas had been guilty. + +"I never will tell a naughty story," said Susy. + +"Don't say you never will. You may be tempted, some time, more than you +ever have been. But ask God, who is the God of truth, to keep you from +doing it. How thankful you ought to be that you have been taught to +pray! For the Bible says that no man can tame the tongue. That is, no +one can, of himself, keep from saying what he ought not to say. And his +only way is to keep praying to God to bridle his tongue for him." + +"My tongue isn't a good little servant, then," said Susy. + +"God can make it good, and teach it to bless and praise Him." + +Then Susy's mamma took down her Bible and read several verses from it. + +"Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile." + +"The tongue of the just is as choice silver." + +"Whose keepeth his tongue, keepeth his soul from troubles." + +"He that telleth lies shall not tarry in My sight." + +"As soon as you learn to write, my dear Susy, I will make a little book +in which you can write all that the Bible says about this. You will be +astonished to find how much there is about speaking the truth, speaking +kindly, and speaking wisely. And of our dear Saviour it says that when +his enemies reviled him, "as a lamb before her shearers is dumb, so he +opened not His mouth." Now the next time you see Thomas, I think it +likely he will say a good many things to vex you, and I want you to +remember, when he does so, how Jesus did, and what you should do." + +"Mayn't I tell him he is a naughty boy?" asked Susy. "Mayn't I tell him +he has telled a lie?" + +"Would Jesus love you when you were doing so, my dear Susy? No, be +careful not to say one word that you would not like Jesus to hear. And +pray for that poor boy that God would pity him for being so naughty, +and forgive him, and help him to grow good." + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + + +Early the next morning Thomas's mamma began to pack her trunks in order +to go away, for she felt quite vexed with Susy, and with her mamma. +While she was busy in this way, Thomas was quite as busy in eating some +dainties that she had placed on the floor while she made room for them +in the trunk. Thomas knew they were to be carried to his aunt, who was +sick. + +By and by his mother turned round, and seeing him eating, she said to +him: + +"Thomas! what are you about? I hope you have not touched any of those +things I got for your aunt? Let me see, one, two, three; there ought to +be four boxes of jelly. Come here and let me look at your hands. Come +this minute, you naughty boy, you." + +"I didn't eat a bit," said Thomas, "I only just made a little hole in +one side, and ate what came out on a pin." + +"Where is the box?" + +"I don't know. There were only three boxes." + +"Yes there were four boxes. And you've eaten one of them. I never saw +such a boy! Well, I shall not buy you the present I promised you +yesterday. To think of your eating your aunt's jelly!" + +"I didn't eat it," said Thomas, in a sulky voice. + +"Your face is all covered with it, so don't let me hear another word. I +begin now to think you told me a story, yesterday. Come here!" + +"What are you going to do?" cried Thomas trying to get away. + +"I'm going to see if the lid of my trunk fits to that mark on your +face," said his mother. "And if it does, I shall believe Susy spoke the +truth after all." + +"I _said_ she let the lid fall on me," said Thomas. + +"You said no such thing. You said she struck you with a stick." + +"I didn't," said Thomas. + +"What a wicked, wicked boy you are!" cried his mother. "I see just what +you are. If there is such a thing as a rod in this house, I'll whip you +with it till you are ashamed of yourself. What do you suppose Susy's +mother thought of me yesterday, when I took your part? I only wish your +father was here. But I'll whip you, you see if I don't." + +On hearing this, Thomas ran to get away; his mother ran after him, and +seeing a door half open, Thomas hoped to escape by that means. For this +door led to a dark, low closet under the stairs, in which a grown +person could not stand upright. + +The moment Thomas crept in his mother shut and locked the door. + +"There! now I've got you!" she cried, "and there you shall stay on bread +and water, the whole day!" + +Thomas kicked against the door, and cried, and begged to come out, but +in vain. + +His mother was as severe on one day as she was fond on another. She kept +him shut up till nearly night, when she took him out all covered with +cobwebs, gave him a good shaking, and told him to ask Susy's pardon for +telling a story about her. + +That night when Susy was going to bed, she said to her mamma: + +"Thomas and his mother fighted together to-day, and she couldn't whip +him he ran away so." + +"How came you to know that, Susy?" + +"The door was open, and I was going by, and I heard a noise, and so I +stopped." + +"That was not right, my darling. You must teach your little eyes not to +look at things they ought not to see. Didn't you feel, all the time, +that it was not quite proper for you to stop and watch in that way? +Always make it a rule never to look at _any_ thing, no matter what, if +you have even a little bit of a feeling that you ought not. Your eyes +are your own, and you must teach them." + +"I will, mamma," said Susy. "And I am glad I've got you for a mamma. I'm +glad Thomas's mamma isn't mine. She didn't pray to God to make him good; +she fighted with him." + + + + +CHAPTER V. + + +About this time Susy began to learn to read. At first, though she wanted +to be able to read, she did not like the trouble, and would make all +sorts of excuses when her mamma called her to come to her lesson. +Sometimes she said she was too tired. Sometimes she said Robbie couldn't +spare her. + +Once she said her eyes ached, and when her mamma still would have her +read, she wanted some body to come and hold her book for her because it +was so heavy! But she was learning to read, very fast, and also to make +letters on her slate, like those in the book. She was very happy indeed +when one day, after working quite hard, she was able to send her papa a +little letter that she had printed with a pen. All the letter had in +it, was this, "I love you, dear papa!" but it gave him a great deal of +pleasure, and I dare say he has put it away among his treasures, and +will keep it as long as he lives. + +If you want to please _your_ papa, you might print such a letter, for +him. It might tire your little hands, but you would not mind that, if +papa should kiss you, and say you had sent him a sweet little letter; +you would only be thankful you had two hands with which to do something +to gratify him. + +Susy's mamma was sick, in bed, soon after this, and I could not begin to +tell you how useful this dear child now found every one of her little +servants. Before this, when she went to bed, she used to leave her +clothes on the floor, for some body to pick up. But now she folded them +neatly and put them by the side of her bed, so as to dress herself in +the morning. She tried to be as still as a mouse, when in her mamma's +room, and no matter in how low and feeble a voice she was asked to get +something that was wanted she always heard, and always went quickly and +without noise. Sometimes, with her little soft hands, she patted her +mamma's cheek till she fell asleep. Sometimes she sang hymns. Sometimes +she would try to comfort her mamma by saying: "I guess you will get +better by and by!" or, "If you do not get well, dear mamma I p'omise you +I will take care of poor papa, and never will let him go anywhere +alone." She learned to give the medicine, and to shake up the pillows, +and to do a great many other kind and loving things, even though she was +yet so small that she had to climb into a chair to reach every thing +from the shelf or the bureau. And don't you suppose her mamma, lying +now so helpless on her bed, felt paid for all she had done for little +Susy? For all the time she had kept her awake, all the fatigue, all the +trouble? Yes, indeed! And have you ever paid your mamma for all she did +for you when you lay, a weak, helpless baby, with hands that couldn't +hold any thing, and feet that couldn't walk, and a tongue that couldn't +speak? If not, why, begin now. Pat your mamma's face with the little +hand she has taught so much; tell her you love her, with that tongue +whose first word it learned from her lips; run for her on those little +feet she has so long kept out of danger. If she has the baby in her +arms, and is going to carry it about the room looking for what she +wants, ask her to sit down and let you find it, for her. Let your little +servants know that you shan't think much of them if they do not wait +upon or in some way be useful to your mamma, your papa, your brother, +your sister, and they shall not lose their reward! + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + + +"How many miles a day do you walk?" Nurse asked Robbie. "Do you know?" + +Robbie smiled, and stood still for a minute, to think, but soon ran away +again. + +"How many miles do you suppose he walks, Nursey?" asked Susy. + +"I don't know. I wish I knew. And I wish I knew how many miles my hand +travels in a week." + +"Your _hand_! Why, just as many as your feet," said Susy. + +"No such thing. See here now, look at me while I sew. Don't you see how +my hand goes back and forth with every stitch? And when I make beds, and +sweep and dust, and wash you children and dress you, and brush your +hair, and pick up your toys--dear me! it's a wonder they're not used +up, long ago!" + +Susy laughed, and felt quite interested. + +"Who told you any thing about that?" she asked. + +"Nobody," said nurse. "Don't you suppose I ever have any thoughts of my +own? However, I did see something in the paper about how far a printer's +hand could travel in one day, and that set me to thinking about mine." + +When Susy went to her mamma she told her what she and nurse had been +talking about. + +"I suspect your eyes are the greatest travellers you know much about," +said her mamma. "Think how far they can go; and how many times they move +from one end of the page to the other, when you read." + +"I wish I knew how far," said Susy. "If Charlie ever comes here I mean +to ask him to measure one of my books. He has got such a nice little +carpenter's rule to measure with!" + +Perhaps the children who read this book would like to know how far the +hand that printed had to travel to do it. To be sure, it was not all +done by a single hand; but one of the printers has been kind enough to +find out how many miles the _hand_ moved when they set up the types, and +behold it was nearly 230! Add to this the journeys my hand has had to +make back and forth, to and fro, over the paper, off to the inkstand and +back again, and you will see that even our little book costs a good deal +of labor, and keeps a good many hands from being idle and so getting +into mischief. + +While Susy and her mamma were talking together, they heard a little +knock at the door, and on opening it, they saw Robbie standing outside +with a long piece of twine in his hand. + +"What does Robbie want?" asked his mamma. + +"I want you to mezzer how many miles long my foots are," said Robbie. + +Susy and mamma laughed, and Robbie climbed up on the bed where his mamma +still lay, though she was now getting well. + +"Instead of that I will teach you a verse to say to papa at breakfast: + + 'Thou hast delivered my eyes from tears, my feet from falling and + my soul from death.'" + +Robbie learned his verse very quickly, and Susy wanted now to learn +hers. Her mamma gave her an easy one: + + "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path;" + +and Susy learned it so easily that she asked for another. + +"I did not know there was any thing in the Bible about feet," said she. +"Is there any thing about hands?" + +"Yes, indeed. Don't you remember the story of the man with the withered +hand that he could not use? Jesus must have pitied him because he had +but one well hand, or he would not have healed him. In a few days I hope +I shall be strong enough to have you come and read to me, and I will +make a list of verses for you. For I want you to see that though your +hands and feet and eyes and ears and tongue now seem small things, such +as God would be likely to overlook, He has made them to do great things +and useful and kind ones." + + + + +CHAPTER VII. + + +Susy and Robbie were standing at the window a few days after this, +watching some boys who were playing in the snow. + +"I wish we could go out and throw snow at each other," said Susy. "Can +we, Nursey?" + +"No, not to-day," said nurse; "for your hands would freeze for want of +mittens. I am hurrying as fast as I can, to get some done but I don't +know; time flies in this house." + +"Where does it fly to?" asked Robbie. + +Before nurse had time to answer, the children were sent for by their +mamma. They jumped down from the window, and ran to see what was wanted. + +"Grandmamma has sent a basket full of things, and I thought you would +like to take them out for me," said their mamma. + +"Oh! yes," said Susy, "we'll take turns. Robbie shall take out the first +thing and I'll take out the next." + +So Robbie put in his hand, and pulled out, with great labor, a jar of +currant jelly. + +"That's for mamma," said Susy. "Grandma always sends jelly to her." She +put in her hand and took out a small bundle that had "Robbie" printed +on it in large letters. On opening it, out rolled a pair of nice warm +mittens, which were marked: "For the little hands that so often, and so +cheerfully, picked up grandma's ball." + +Susy blushed and the tears came into her eyes. She knew the reason there +were no mittens for her. She had often looked displeased when grandma's +ball had rolled under the table when she was busy, reading or playing. + +Robbie ran and threw his arms round her neck. + +"Naughty drandma!" said he. + +"Oh! no, _kind_ grandmamma, to try to make my little Susy good," said +their mamma. + +"Susy shall have one mitten and I'll teep one," said Robbie. + +"No, Susy must wait till nurse gets hers done. But I am sure dear +grandmamma has sent something for her. Try again, my darling." + +And this time there came out six pairs of warm white stockings; three +for Susy and three for Robbie, and on the bundle was written: +"Grandmamma has not forgotten how many times those little feet went up +and down stairs for her when she made her last visit; and so she has +knit these warm stockings for them." + +"There's something else in the basket," said Susy. "Why! it's a cart, +and it's horses, and it's barrels! O Robbie! Help me get them out!" + +Laughing and pulling, and trembling over, they at last got the cart and +horses out of the basket, and a very nice toy it was. + +"I suppose it's for Robbie," said Susy. + +"Aunt Maria sent it to him," said her mamma. "Don't you remember she +promised she would?" + +"Oh! she promised me a work-basket!" cried Susy, "let me see, yes! here +it is! O mamma! There's a thimble and scissors, and needle! Now I can +sew with my own things. Look, Robbie." + +But Robbie was too busy. One of his barrels had broken open, and a host +of sugar-plums had rolled out all over the floor. + +"O Robbie! give me some sugar-plums, will you?" cried Susy. + +"It is _torn_," said Robbie. "Big men don't load up with sugar-pums." + +"It _isn't_ corn," said Susy. + +"Yes, it is torn. And little dirls don't eat torn." + +"Little chickens eat it, at any rate, and I'm a little chicken, and I'm +hungry, too," said Susy. + +"Well," said Robbie, "if you are a little chiten, I'll feed you," so he +scattered the sugar-plums on the floor and Susy ate them as fast as she +could. + +"Leave him some," said their mamma. "Don't eat them all, Susy." + +Susy jumped up and began to take the rest of the things from the basket. +There were stockings for papa and an apron for nurse, and for mamma a +little roasted chicken, which grandma had been so kind as to have cooked +for her. + +"I do believe I could eat a piece of that chicken," said she when Susy +held it up on its little white dish. "Grandma's things always taste so +good." + +"Oh! then you'll get well!" cried Susy joyfully. + + + + +CHAPTER VIII. + + +The little chicken, or something, did Susy's mamma so much good, that +the next day she was able to sit up an hour; and she felt able to look +over her Bible for the verses that she had promised to find for Susy. + +Susy enjoyed reading them, very much. + +[Illustration] + +"Why, mamma, there are enough to fill a book!" said she. "We would +put in the story of the man who had the withered hand, and then all +about blind Bartimeus, and the man who was blind and dumb that Jesus +made to see and speak. And then there's a story of a man who was laid at +the Beautiful gate of the temple, who could not walk a step, and he was +cured so that he walked and leaped." + +"And praised God," said her mamma. "Don't leave that out because that +is the best part of the story. I suppose he would not have been likely +to praise God for the use of his feet if he had never felt the want of +them. I sometimes think that one reason why God has made so many lame +and deaf and blind people, is to teach them to praise him for what +mercies he _has_ given, and to teach us who have feet and eyes and ears +and hands to praise Him with our hearts and our lives for His goodness +to us." + +"How _can_ we praise Him with our lives?" asked Susy. + +"Why, by obeying Him and trying to please Him. If you had been blind all +your life, and I at last gave you my eyes, what do you think would be +the first use you should make of them?" + +"O mamma! I should want to look at you the first thing, to see how you +looked. And at papa and Robbie too. And I should want to do something +for you for giving me eyes. But at first I shouldn't know how." + +"But when you had learned, you surely would not use the eyes I had given +you to look at any thing I did not want you to see? If, out of love and +gratitude to me, you should always refuse to look at things you knew +were improper, that would be praising me with your life, or thanking +me, which means nearly the same thing." + +"I should think these lame men that Jesus healed, would have followed +Him everywhere He went," said Susy. "And do every thing for Him. _I_ +should, I am sure." + +"But you have more to be grateful for, than those poor men had. For some +of them had been blind or lame ever since they were born, and had +suffered many years before Jesus came to heal them. And do you follow +Jesus wherever He goes, thanking Him, and doing all you can for Him? +Look at those little hands! Have they done for Jesus all they could? And +those strong, busy feet that can carry you anywhere you want to go; have +they never carried you where you knew Jesus would not go? And have you +never spoken any unkind words you would not have liked to speak if you +saw Him standing near, and listening?" + +"I have done a good many naughty things," said Susy. "I never thinked +how good God was. And I've said a good many things I shouldn't think He +liked to hear. I am sorry, mamma. I _am_ sorry, really." + +And Susy _was_ sorry. After she left her mamma she went away by herself +and knelt down and prayed to God. She thanked Him that she was not a +little lame girl, sitting pale and sad and unable to run and play. She +thanked Him that she had eyes to see this beautiful world with. She +thanked Him that she had ears with which to hear about Jesus, and the +holy angels, and the happy heaven above. And last of all, she thanked +Him that she had a tongue with which to thank Him, and asked Him to keep +it from speaking unkind and untruthful words. And He who loves little +children, heard her prayer, and wrote it in His Book. + + + + +CHAPTER IX. + + +The next day was Sunday, and Susy and Robbie went to church and sat in +the pew with their papa. Susy observed that a plate was handed to every +one, and that when it came to her papa he put in some money. So when +they were walking home together, she said: + +"Papa! who was that money for that you put into the plate, at church?" + +"It was for God," said her papa. + +"How will they get it up to Him?" asked Robbie in great surprise, and +looking up to the sky. + +His papa smiled, and even Susy knew better than that. + +"When Jesus was here on this earth," said their papa, "he sent good men, +two and two at a time, to go about teaching people about God, and about +heaven. And such good men keep going, even to this day. And that money +was to help feed and clothe them while they are preaching, and so I said +it was money given to God." + +"I wish I had some money to give to God," said Susy. "But I haven't a +bit." + +"God does not expect you to give him what you have not," said her papa. +"But you have other things, besides money." + +"I've got some _dolls_," said Susy. + +"No, I don't mean dolls. When we get home I will read something to you +which will make you see plainly what you can give to God." + +So after dinner they went to the library and Susy's papa took down a +large book and began to turn over the leaves, as if in search of +something. Before long he came to the place he was looking for, and he +lifted Susy into his lap and showed her where to read. + +"Read it aloud," said he, and Susy read. + +"I have this day been before God, and have given myself--all that I am +and have--to God; so that I am in no respect my own. I have no right to +this body, or any of its members; no right to this tongue, these hands, +these feet, these eyes, these ears; I have given myself clean away." + +"These are the words of a great and good man, who is now in heaven. Now +you see what you have to give to God, my darling little Susy." + +Susy looked at her hands and at her feet, and was silent. At last she +said, in a low voice, half to herself: + +"I don't believe God wants them." + +Her papa heard her. "He does want them, and He is looking at you, now, +to see whether you will give them to Him, or keep them for yourself. If +you give them to Him you will be careful never to let them do any thing +naughty, and will teach them to do every good thing they can. And if you +keep them for yourself, they will be likely to do wrong, and to get +into mischief." + +"Have you given yours to Him, papa?" + +"Yes, indeed, long ago." + +"Are you glad?" + +"Yes, very glad." + +Susy sat still silent. She did not quite understand what it all meant. + +"If you give your tongue to God," said her papa, "you never will let it +speak angry, unkind words. Or tell tales. Or speak an untruth." + +"I guess I'll give Him my tongue," said Susy. + +"And if you give God your hands, you will watch them and keep them from +touching things that do not belong to them. You will not let them be +idle, but will keep them busy about something, either work or play--" + +"Oh! will God let them _play_!" cried Susy in a joyful voice. "Well! +then I'll give Him my hands." + +"And if you give Him your feet, you never will let them carry you where +you ought not to go, but teach them to run quickly when mamma calls; and +when you are old enough, they will carry you to visit and comfort poor +and sick people." + +"Yes, that will be nice!" said Susy. "God shall have my feet." + +"If you give Him your eyes, you will never, never let them look at any +thing you know _He_ would not like to look at if He were here by your +side. Not to read a book you would not read if He were looking over the +page with you. And to use them wisely and with great care." + +"Could I cry with them?" + +"Why, certainly." + +"Mamma says I cry too much." + +"I did not say you might cry _too much_ with them." + +"Well!--I'll give God my eyes some of the time, and some of the time +I'll keep them." + +"Oh! no! God will not like that, at all." + +"Well, I might want to--let me see--I might want to look at +something--and I couldn't. And I should want to be naughty +_sometimes_." + +"A little girl who loves God want to be naughty!" + +"I love Him, I do love Him," said Susy. "And He may have my eyes. I +guess I shan't want to look at any thing naughty." + +"I dare say you will, Susy, but if you give your eyes to God, you know +He will help them not to do wrong." + +"Then I _will_ give them to Him and _welcome_," said Susy. + +"And as to your ears, after you have given them to God you will not let +them listen to a _word_ that you think He would not like them to hear. +And you will take care to make them listen to people who try to teach +you. They have behaved very well to-day, and I am sure you will give +them to God." + +"Yes papa, I will." + +Then they knelt down together and Susy's papa prayed to God to hear all +they had been saying and to be so good as to accept all Susy had now +promised to give Him, and to keep her from ever forgetting her promise, +but to make it her rule in all she said and all she did, all she saw and +all she heard, to remember, + + "I am not my own." + +And then he taught her the lines you will find at the end of this book. +They were written nearly two hundred years ago, but are just as good now +as they were then; and may God help every child who reads about little +Susy, to live according to this prayer. + + "Oh! that mine eyes might closed be + To what concerns me not to see; + That deafness might possess mine ear + To what concerns me not to hear; + That truth my tongue might ever tie + From ever speaking foolishly; + That no vain thought might ever rest, + Or be conceived in my breast; + That by each word, and deed, and thought, + Glory may to my God be brought! + But what are wishes! Lord, mine eye + On Thee is fixed, to Thee I cry-- + Wash, Lord, and purify my heart + And make it clean in every part; + And when 'tis done, Lord, keep it so, + For that is more than I can do!" + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Little Susy's Little Servants, by E. 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