AUNT HARDING'S KEEPSAKES: OR, THE TWO BIBLES REVISED BY DANIEL P. KIDDER. 1851. [Illustration A: Frontispiece] CONTENTS. I. GUESSING II. THE PRESENTS III. USE OF THE KEEPSAKES IV. TWO CHARACTERS V. LETTERS FROM INDIA VI. TROUBLE BETWEEN SISTERS VII. AUNT HARDING'S LETTER VIII. USE OF MONEY IX. AUNT HARDING'S RETURN AUNT HARDING'S KEEPSAKES. CHAPTER I. GUESSING. "Can you guess," said Louisa to her sister, as they sat at their work in the summer-house, "can you guess what aunt Harding will give us, as a keepsake, before she goes away?" "No, I have not thought about it," said Emma; "and aunt has lately given us so many pretty things, that we can scarcely expect any more for a long time to come. There is my doll and its cradle, you know, and your baby-house and furniture, how much money they cost! No, I do not think aunt intends to give us anything else." "But I am quite sure she will," replied Louisa; "for I was going past mamma's dressing-room this morning, when the door was a little way open, and I heard aunt Harding say, 'I should like to give the dear girls something really useful, which they may value as they grow older.' I did not hear anymore, because mamma has always told us it is not right to listen, and so I came away as fast as I could." "Well, I wonder what the present will be?" said Emma, now quite convinced. "What should you think of two handsome work-boxes--or, perhaps, as I am the eldest, of a work-box for yourself, and writing-desk for me?" "That would be charming!" said Emma; "and I would let you use my work-box, and you could lend me your writing-desk sometimes." "I will not make any promises," said Louisa; "you know you are very careless, and I should not like my nice new desk to be stained with ink, or, perhaps, scratched with the point of a pin." "But mamma says I am growing more careful," said her sister; "and I do not think I am so heedless about other people's things, though I often spoil my own." "Remember my wax doll," said Louisa, "which you left in the garden through that heavy shower of rain, so that I could never play with it again." "O, that was such a very long time ago!" said Emma, looking a little vexed. "Perhaps it will not be a writing-desk nor a work-box that aunt Harding will give us," said Louisa; "there are many other things which we should like. I wish she would ask us to choose." "So do I," added Emma; "but there is nothing that I should like better than a work-box."