"What have you been doing all day?" said the doctor kindly.
She pointed to the asylum, and answered in a low, subdued tone:
"Thinking about my past life—all my misfortunes."
"You promised you would do so no more."
"Ah, sir! how can I help it?"
"Why, think of something pleasant, of course," interrupted Pauline.
"You never had any sorrows; you know nothing of suffering," replied Beulah, allowing her eyes to dwell on the fine, open countenance before her—a mirthful, sunny face, where waves of grief had never rippled.
"How came you so wise? I have troubles sometimes, just like everbody else."
Beulah shook her head dubiously.
"Pauline, will you try to cheer this sad little stranger? will you be always kind in your manner, and remember that her life has not been as happy as yours? Can't you love her?"