“Didn’t the girls laugh at the picture?” asked Jo, who relished the scrape.

“Laugh?  Not one!  They sat still as mice, and Susie cried quarts, I know she did.  I didn’t envy her then, for I felt that millions of carnelian rings wouldn’t have made me happy after that.  I never, never should have got over such a agonizing mortification.”  And Amy went on with her work, in the proud consciousness of virtue and the successful utterance of two long words in a breath.

“I saw something I liked this morning, and I meant to tell it at dinner, but I forgot,” said Beth, putting Jo’s topsy-turvy basket in order as she talked.  “When I went to get some oysters for Hannah, Mr. Laurence was in the fish shop, but he didn’t see me, for I kept behind the fish barrel, and he was busy with Mr. Cutter the fishman.  A poor woman came in with a pail and a mop, and asked Mr. Cutter if he would let her do some scrubbing for a bit of fish, because she hadn’t any dinner for her children, and had been disappointed of a day’s work.  Mr. Cutter was in a hurry and said ‘No’, rather crossly, so she was going away, looking hungry and sorry, when Mr. Laurence hooked up a big fish with the crooked end of his cane and held it out to her.  She was so glad and surprised she took it right into her arms, and thanked him over and over.  He told her to ‘go along and cook it’, and she hurried off, so happy!  Wasn’t it good of him?  Oh, she did look so funny, hugging the big, slippery fish, and hoping Mr. Laurence’s bed in heaven would be ’aisy’.”

When they had laughed at Beth’s story, they asked their mother for one, and after a moments thought, she said soberly, “As I sat cutting out blue flannel jackets today at the rooms, I felt very anxious about Father, and thought how lonely and helpless we should be, if anything happened to him.  It was not a wise thing to do, but I kept on worrying till an old man came in with an order for some clothes.  He sat down near me, and I began to talk to him, for he looked poor and tired and anxious.

“‘Have you sons in the army?’ I asked, for the note he brought was not to me.”

“Yes, ma’am.  I had four, but two were killed, one is a prisoner, and I’m going to the other, who is very sick in a Washington hospital.’ he answered quietly.”

“‘You have done a great deal for your country, sir,’ I said, feeling respect now, instead of pity.”

“’Not a mite more than I ought, ma’am.  I’d go myself, if I was any use.  As I ain’t, I give my boys, and give ’em free.’”

“He spoke so cheerfully, looked so sincere, and seemed so glad to give his all, that I was ashamed of myself.  I’d given one man and thought it too much, while he gave four without grudging them.  I had all my girls to comfort me at home, and his last son was waiting, miles away, to say good-by to him, perhaps!  I felt so rich, so happy thinking of my blessings, that I made him a nice bundle, gave him some money, and thanked him heartily for the lesson he had taught me.”