"No fear, ma'am," said James. "You shall have it, if I make it myself;" and with a nod to the children, he went away.
Bessie sat quiet in a corner of the sofa, still looking very grave.
"Don't you feel happy now, Bessie?" said Maggie, creeping close to her, and putting her arm around her. "I am sure Jesus will forgive you."
"Yes, I think he will," said Bessie; "but I can't help being sorry 'cause I was so naughty."
"You was not half so bad as Miss Adams, if you did get into a passion," said Maggie, "and I don't believe he'll forgive her."
"Oh, Maggie!" said Bessie.
"Well, I don't believe she'll ask him."
"Then I'll ask him," said Bessie.
"Now, Bessie, don't you do it!"