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ing just then, and looking at the table. 0, I see what you mean—the bread and butter is on the table.

R. And the dust you have swept from the floor flying all over it. Let me cover it with this cloth.

A. O, stop a moment, and I'll do it. [She puts down her broom in a hurry against a chair ; it rolls off into the fire. William catches at it, and she stumbles over him.] O, William, if you would keep out of the way! But I don't mean to scold


don't look so sorrowful.

William. Shall I take my book out into the porch, Ann?

A. Yes, do, there's a good boy; you will be out of the way. Well, I believe I must sit down to take breath. [She sits down, and fans herself with her apron.] R. Well, now William is

gone, and

you are obliged to sit still for want of breath, I have a word or two to say.

A. And glad shall I be to have a word or two with you. Only I must first tell you how the bread and butter came to be on the table, and

R. That was what I was going to say something about. You are a great help to your mother, dear; and very thankful you must feel to have the power and the will to be active and useful.

A. O, I am sure I could not sit still, if I wished it. When I have been a few minutes on my chair, my feet throb till I am on the move again.

R. (smiling.] To be sure, that keeps you from the temptation to any vanity about it.

A. To say the truth, while William and I were finishing our breakfast, there came a long gleam of sunshine, through that opening in the old tree, upon the dresser, and shewed me all the blacks there. You know how our chimney smokes with this high wind ; so I jumped up to make that right, and then I could not help going on, and meant to finish

my breakfast afterwards. R. I suppose if your mother had been at home, she would have put you in the way of doing things in order ?

A. Why, I generally do these things in my own way. Mother likes me to do them, you know. But every body has a way of doing things.

R. Yes; there are awkward ways and handy ways, hasty ways and considering ways, I should call them, or methodical ways, as a person in a book would say.

A. Methodical ; yes, doing things in a certain method.

R. Or order.

A. I know that mother does tell me sometimes I make more work for myself, by not

doing every thing in order ; but I can't bear to see things about—0, the bread and butter! [She jumps up to put it away, and, running out without shutting the door, the draught of wind brings a puff of smoke from the chimney, which covers the shelves with blacks. She comes back, and looks very much vexed, but begins to laugh, and Rachel laughs too.]

R. Well, Ann, you are a good-humoured creature, and we may laugh, for your fault is not a serious one. But let us talk about it; for other people observe it as well as myself.

A. Yes ; I suppose I ought to follow the ways of those who are older than myself. But when it comes to the point, somehow I forget to notice other people's ways, and I am so taken up with what I am doing.

R. You have a good example before you, Ann, every day. Your mother does a great deal, though she is not strong. In her still, quiet way, she gets through much, because she does every thing with thought. You will learn to do so when you get older.

[Ann sits down, and looks thoughtful; she takes up Rachel's knitting, and begins to knit very fast; then she

puts it down, and looking up, says,] Rachel, I am afraid you think me wrong.

R. It is a small fault; and going to service will help to cure it. At first going out, you must be directed in every thing by a mistress or upper servant; and I know you are a good girl, and will obey those set over you. You will never keep a place, either, if you do not. I cannot tell you how many girls I have heard of, who left their places in a huff, because they could not bear to be spoken to, or fancied they were put upon.

A. I hope I shall not be so foolish as to come back in that way, and waste all the trouble


friends have taken to get me out, and all the expense of my new clothes for service. I do hope I shall make a good servant.

R. I hope so too. But I have another thing to say, of more consequence. Do you ever get time to think and to read ?

A. I suppose I think about my work; and you know we read the lessons for the day from the Bible to father of an evening; and on Sundays I read a sermon.

R. Do you never read the Bible to yourself, when you say your prayers, or at any other time? Do you never look into yourself, or think over your faults and your duties, or think of serious things ?

A. I suppose you mean meditation. One reads about that; but I am sure I could never do it.

R. Meditation, that is, deep thought on serious subjects, is not easy for the young, whose minds are soon distracted and turned aside. The best way is to read the Bible and good books, and when anything strikes us, to stop and think.

A. But when am I to do it? I do get up at half-past five most days, but then I must do some dairy-work directly, and then dress Jane, and get the breakfast. When I go to bed, I am so sleepy that I can hardly keep awake to say my prayers; and I am sure I could not sit down to read in the day, with so many coming and going.

R. Do you wish to do it? A. I can't say I wish particularly; but I will do it, if you think I ought, and if you will tell me how.

R. I am sure you would find benefit from it; and I think you can do it. Your morning may be hurried, but perhaps you could read a verse or two then, and at night, when you might go up stairs with Ellen, instead of sitting later below. But could not you go up into your room at noon, or in the afternoon, when your work is done, and read for a quarter of an hour? You often go up to clean yourself, to mend your clothes, to put things tidy—could not you go for this purpose too?

A. I never thought of sitting up stairs; but mother would think I was dawdling.

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