"She is so good to me, Miss Herbert," said Susan; "it almost makes me happy."
"Oh! but, Susan," said Amy; "I wish you could be quite happy. I thought you would when you came here, and had such a comfortable home."
"It is not my home. Miss," replied Susan; "grandmother's cottage is my home now."
"And do you want to go back there?" asked Amy, looking very disappointed.
"Oh no! Miss, I should only be a burden, and I know it would not be right; but I should like very much to see her and the children."
"But would you rather live there?" repeated Amy.
"I would rather live with my friends anywhere, Miss, than amongst strangers."
Poor Amy felt heartily vexed. "But you know, Susan," she said, "you could not expect to have such nice dinners with your grandmother, or such a comfortable bed, or to wear such good clothes, as you do here."
"Ah! Miss, but it is not the eating and drinking, and the clothes, that make one happy," replied Susan.
At this moment Margaret called her cousin to the schoolroom, and the conversation was interrupted; but Amy could not help thinking of it afterwards, and talking of it to her mamma when she went home.