Eliz. How unhappy she must have been about it!
Mrs. F. Yes. It threw her into an illness which had liked to have cost her her life.
Another lady, seeing her little boy climb up a high ladder, set up a violent scream that frightened the child, so that he fell down and was much hurt; whereas, if she had possessed command enough over herself to speak to him gently, he might have got down safely.
Eliz. Dear mamma! what is that running down your arm?—O, it is blood!
Mrs. F. Yes—my arm bleeds again. I have stirred it too soon.
Eliz. Dear! What shall I do?
Mrs. F. Don’t frighten yourself. I shall stop the blood by pressing on the orifice with my finger. In the meantime, do you ring the bell.
[Eliza rings—a servant comes.
Mrs. F. Betty, my arm bleeds. Can you tie it up again?
Betty. I believe I can, madam.