"No, indeed. It's as much as we can do to clothe and feed them."
"Don't you keep any servants at all?"
"Yes, we have a girl in the kitchen, but she's almost as much bother as she is worth."
"How do you get along?"
"I hardly know—somewhat as the birds do out of doors."
"Are you happy?"
"I've hardly time to think. I think I am, though,—happy as most people. Some days bright, some days cloudy, and now and then a storm. That's the way it is with all, I imagine. We all have our crosses, you know, but by and by all will come right."
"I should be cross enough with all your crosses."
"They might make you patient. The crossest people I know are those who shun all crosses."
"Now I think of it, I'm inclined to believe that's true," said Lottie, reflectively. Then she whispered, as she walked softly to the mother's side, "Baby is going to sleep, isn't it?"