“So much the better, dear. But don’t over-fret about Mary. The doctor has good hopes of her, if he can get her into the infirmary. Now, I’m going on to tell you how I think you got wrong after mother left. You see, Bessy, you wanted to make us all happy your way—as you liked; just as you are wanting now to nurse Mary in your way, and as you like. Now, as far as I can make out, those folks who make home the happiest, are people who try and find out how others think they could be happy, and then, if it’s not wrong, help them on with their wishes as far as they can. You know, you wanted us all to listen to your book; and very kind it was in you to think of it; only, you see, one wanted to whittle, and another wanted to do this or that, and then you were vexed with us all. I don’t say but what I should have been if I had been in your place, and planned such a deal for others; only lookers-on always see a deal; and I saw that if you’d done what poor little Mary did next day, we should all have been far happier. She thought how she could forward us in our plans, instead of trying to force a plan of her own on us. She got me my right sort of wood for whittling, and arranged all nicely to get the little ones off to bed, so as to get the house quiet, if you wanted some reading, as she thought you did. And that’s the way, I notice, some folks have of making a happy home. Others may mean just as well, but they don’t hit the thing.” “I dare say it’s true,” said Bessy. “But sometimes you all hang about as if you did not know what to do. And I thought reading travels would just please you all.” Jem was touched by Bessy’s humble way of speaking, so different from her usual cheerful, self-confident manner. He answered, “I know you did, dear. And many a time we should have been glad enough of it, when we had nothing to do, as you say.” “I had promised mother to try and make you all happy, and this is the end of it!” said Bessy, beginning to cry afresh. “But, Bessy! I think you were not thinking of your promise, when you fixed to go out and char.” “I thought of earning money.” “Earning money would not make us happy. We have enough, with care and management. If you were to have made us happy, you should have been at home, with a bright face, ready to welcome us; don’t you think so, dear Bessy?” “I did not want the money for home. I wanted to make mother a present of such a pretty thing!” “Poor mother! I am afraid we must send for her home now. And she has only been three days at Southport!” “Oh!” said Bessy, startled by this notion of Jem’s; “don’t, don’t send for mother. The doctor did say so much about her going to Southport being the only thing for her, and I did so try to get her an order! It will kill her, Jem! indeed it will; you don’t know how weak and frightened she is,—oh, Jem, Jem!”