“This is all a weakness,” I said to myself, after my friend had left, making an effort to throw off the uncomfortable feeling.  But it was of no avail.  Even if the new train of thought, awakened by conversation with my friend, had lifted me above the state of mind in which I was when she came, the sight of Jane’s sober face, as she passed me on the stairs, would have depressed my feelings again.

In order both to relieve my own and the child’s feelings, I thought I would refer to the broken tumbler, and tell her not to grieve herself about it, as its loss was of no consequence whatever.  But this would have been to have made an acknowledgment to her that I had been in the wrong, and instinctive feeling of pride remonstrated against that.

“Ah me!” I sighed.  “Why did I permit myself to speak so unguardedly?  How small are the cause that sometimes destroy our peace!  How much good or evil is there in a single word!”

Some who read this may think that I was very weak to let a hastily uttered censure against a careless child trouble me.  What are a child’s feelings?

I have been a child; and, as a child, have been blamed severely by those whom I desired to please, and felt that unkind words fell heavier and more painfully, sometimes, than blows.  I could, therfore, understand the nature of Jane’s feelings, and sympathize with her to a certain extent.

All through the day, Jane moved about more quietly than usual.  When I spoke to her about any thing—­which I did in a kinder voice than I ordinarily used—­she would look into my face with an earnestness that rebuked me.

Toward evening, I sent her down-stairs for a pitcher of cool water.  She went quickly, and soon returned with the pitcher of water, and a tumbler, on a waiter.  She was coming towards me, evidently using more than ordinary caution, when her foot tripped against something, and she stumbled forward.  It was in vain that she tried to save the pitcher.  Its balance was lost, and it fell over and was broken to pieces at my feet, the water dashing upon the skirt of my dress.

The poor child became instantly as pale as ashes, and the frightened look she gave me I shall not soon forget.  She tried to speak, and say that it was an accident, but her tongue was, paralyzed for the moment, and she found no utterance.

The lesson I had received in the morning served me for purposes of self-control now, and I said, instantly, in a mild, voice—­

“Never mind, Jane; I know you couldn’t help it.  I must tack down that loose edge of the carpet.  I came near tripping there myself to-day.  Go and get a floor-cloth and wipe up the water as quickly as you can, while I gather up the broken pieces.”

The colour came back instantly to Jane’s face.  She gave me one grateful look, and then ran quickly away, to do as I had directed her.  When she came back, she blamed herself for not having been more careful, expressed sorrow for the accident, and promised over and over again that she would be more guarded in future.