"That is enough for one day, I confess. I am a little afraid your head will be turned, but I must run the risk of it. I dare not lose the opportunity of this fine weather; I may not have such another. I wish to have the comfort of thinking, when I am away, that I have left you with everything necessary to the keeping up of good habits — everything that will make them pleasant and easy. I wish you to be always neat, and tidy, and industrious; depending upon others as little as possible; and careful to improve yourself by every means, and especially by writing to me. I will leave you no excuse, Ellen, for failing in any of these duties. I trust you will not disappoint me in a single particular." Ellen's heart was too full to speak. She again looked up tearfully, and pressed her mother's hand. "I do not expect to be disappointed, love," returned Mrs. Montgomery. They now entered a large fancy store. "What are we to get here, Mamma?" said Ellen. "A box to put your pens and paper in," said her mother, smiling. "Oh, to be sure," said Ellen; "I had almost forgotten that." She quite forgot it a minute after. It was the first time she had seen the inside of such a store, and the articles displayed on every side completely bewitched her. From one thing to another she went, admiring and wondering; in her wildest dreams she had never imagined such beautiful things. The store was fairyland. Mrs. Montgomery meanwhile attended to business. Having chosen a neat little japanned dressing-box, perfectly plain, but well supplied with everything a child could want in that line, she called Ellen from the delightful journey of discovery she was making round the store, and asked her what she thought of it. "I think it's a little beauty," said Ellen; "but I never saw such a place for beautiful things." "You think it will do, then?" said her mother. "For me, Mamma! You don't mean to give it to me? Oh, mother, how good you are! But I know what is the best way to thank you, and I'll do it. What a perfect little beauty! Mamma, I'm too happy!" "I hope not," said her mother; "for you know I haven't got you the box for your pens and paper yet." "Well, Mamma, I'll try and bear it," said Ellen, laughing. "But do get me the plainest little thing in the world, for you're giving me too much." Mrs. Montgomery asked to look at writing-desks, and was shown to another part of the store for the purpose. "Mamma," said Ellen, in a low tone, as they went, "you're not going to get me a writing-desk?" "Why, that is the best kind of box for holding writing materials," said her mother, smiling; "don't you think so?" "I don't know what to say!" exclaimed Ellen. "I can't thank you, Mamma; — I haven't any words to do it. I think I shall go crazy." She was truly overcome with the weight of happiness. Words failed her, and tears came instead.