"Yes," said Mrs. Payson. "It was when I was a young girl that I attended the funeral of little Fritz.
"Mr. Wilcox, who keeps the great store of baskets in town, where you have sometimes stopped with me to see how beautiful they are, is the little Jim whom Fritz taught to be good and useful.
"He has always taken tender care of his mother, who is now so old she remembers but little; but if you ask her about Fritz she will talk a long time about him, whom she calls 'God's dear child.'"
"Your true story, mamma, is better than made-up ones," said Joshua, as he walked away to the window.
"When I look at my little work-basket, mamma," said Rebecca, "that you bought of Mr. Wilcox, I shall think of Fritz, and the basket will help me to be good."
"So you see, my darling," said Mrs. Payson, "when our bodies are turning to dust in the ground, the deeds which we did may be helping others to be good or bad."
