Left to Ourselves; or, John Headley's Promise.Shaw, Catharine
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Left to Ourselves; or, John Headley's Promise.
Shaw, Catharine
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction
"Well, they say that there are numbers and numbers of children who have
hardly any enjoyment in their lives, who are sick and full of suffering,
lying on beds with nothing to do, or seated in chairs from which they
cannot move. The kind people at the hospital do all they can for them,
you know, Agnes; but of course they must spend their money on necessary
things, and on beds and food, and they cannot afford to buy toys."
"Well?" said Agnes.
"Mother told us that _anything_ almost would be a treat to these poor
little things, and so we are seeing what we have got."
"But this is all rubbish," said Agnes, speaking regretfully, for she
felt sorry to disappoint her eager brothers and sisters.
They were not so easily daunted, however, having heard what very old
toys give infinite delight to the poor little invalids, and Hugh
answered:
"But you see, Agnes, these are for their very own, and when we have
mended them----"
"Oh, if they are mended, of course, that is a different thing," said
Agnes.
"So we shall," said Minnie; "see, the glue-pot is on already, and we are
going to begin soon."
"The worst is," said Hugh, "where shall we begin, this is in such a
muddle."
"I will help you," said Agnes kindly, "if you will give me any idea of
what you mean to send."
"Well," said John, who had been persuaded to help, "here are some
dominoes. You know we've that nice new set, and there are a good many of
these, only the box is broken. What could we do for a box, Agnes?"
"Would a little bag do?"
John looked doubtful; but Alice, who had been busily sorting out while
the others had been talking, seized upon the idea of a bag as the very
thing, and wrote down on a piece of paper, "Wanted, a bag for dominoes."
"Very well," said Agnes; "now what next?"
"Here is a little horse with his head off; but I know the head is
somewhere, and we shall come across it presently."
"That's for the glueing heap, then?"
"Oh, yes! Thank you, Agnes; now we shall get on," said Minnie.
"Here is a lot of small furniture, but it is very broken," said Hugh.
"Perhaps a few of them will do. Have you the box?"
"Here is an empty one."
"Perhaps you have a little dolly to put in with them?"
Alice went to a corner and produced a dilapidated Dutch doll.
"I will put her on a new frock while you sort the things," said Agnes.
"Here is a bit of pink chintz," answered Minnie; "and here are my
scissors to 'pink' the edges."
The heap for glueing was fast increasing, and John said he had better
begin, while the others collected for him.
"We have agreed not to quarrel over it," he added, smiling, "but to do
whatever comes first, because----"
"Because?" said Agnes.
Minnie came close to her, and said softly, "We are trying to do
something for _His_ sake, you know. Agnes."
"I see," said Agnes; "I am so glad."
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