Julia. Do you think it will rain, mamma?
Mrs. V. No, Julia; I do not expect a rainy day to-morrow. The appearance of the evening promises a fine morning. I do not think you will be again disappointed: I hope not. I only said, it was possible you might not be able to accomplish your wishes.
Julia. Oh dear! If I am disappointed again, what shall I do, mamma?
Mrs. V. Bear the trial well, my love. If you should not have all you wish for, you will still have a great deal to make you happy. Do not look sorrowfully, Julia. You are not disappointed yet. It will be time enough for that dismal face, when the evil is come. It is wise to resolve to behave well when we are tried: it is silly to fret about misfortunes which may never happen. You told me you talked a little—to whom?
Julia. To Lady Beauchamp.
Mrs. V. What did she say to you? What did you say to her?
Julia. She thanked me for carrying the lamb home: she asked me to go with her, to eat strawberries and milk.
Mrs. V. Did you go?
Julia. No, mamma. Might I have gone? I thought you would not approve of my going, without your knowing where I was.
Mrs. V. You judged correctly. I should not have confidence in you, if, when I permitted you to go to one place, you went to another, without my knowledge. I should not then trust you out of my sight.