Louisa. And then our prize-money—that may be set apart to purchase materials for more clothes, when the stock we have on hand is all used. May it not, mamma?
Mrs. B. It is an excellent scheme, my dear Louisa, and, as a reward for suggesting it, you shall make the box to hold your treasure, provided you will take pains, and endeavour to do it as neatly as you can.
Ferdinand. And make it strong too, Lousia, for I expect it will soon be full. I shall be more anxious than ever to get a prize now.
Louisa. I have been thinking what I shall put upon the box as a motto. Ought it not to have one, mamma?
Mrs. B. By all means, my dear; but it must be something appropriate. What do you propose, Louisa?
Louisa. I was thinking of painting a little wreath of flowers, and writing very neatly in the middle, "Charity is kind."
Mr. B. A very well-chosen motto, Louisa. I am delighted to witness your benevolent dispositions, my beloved children. Make haste and sit down to your respective employments. In the mean time, I will hasten and finish my business in the counting-house, that I may enjoy your company this evening.
All. Thank you, dear papa.
While Mr. Bernard was absent, the children were all busily employed, preparing for their new occupations, and had just taken their seats before a cheerful fire, when their father re-entered the room.
Mr. B. Well, what all seated?