"Oh, Margaret, I am glad you say so. You always understand."

"But you know we are so young, that now we have not her to judge for
us, we must only do little things that we are quite sure of, or we
shall get wrong."

"That's not the way great things were done."

"I don't know, Ethel; I think great things can't be good unless they
stand on a sure foundation of little ones."

"Well, I believe Richard was right, and it would not do to begin on
Sunday, but he was so tame; and then my frock, and the horrid
deficiency in those little neatnesses."

"Perhaps that is good for you in one way; you might get very high-
flying if you had not the discipline of those little tiresome things,
correcting them will help you, and keep your high things from being
all romance. I know dear mamma used to say so; that the trying to
conquer them was a help to you. Oh, here's Mary! Mary, will you get
Ethel's dressing things? She has come home wet-footed and cold, and
has been warming herself by my fire."

Mary was happy to help, and Ethel was dressed and cheered by the time
Dr. May came in, for a hurried visit and report of his doings; Flora
followed on her way from her room. Then all went to tea, leaving
Margaret to have a visit from the little ones under charge of nurse.
Two hours' stay with her, that precious time when she knew that sad
as the talk often was, it was truly a comfort to him. It ended when