"God our Father knows all that. He never expects from us more than we can do. While you were ignorant of the duty of cleanliness and order, he was not displeased with you for being untidy."
"But now he will be. But what if I forget?"
"No doubt you will occasionally; but every day your habit of neatness will be strengthening until it will never occur to you to throw your hat on one chair, your sack on the hall table, and your books somewhere else. You will hang your sack on this hook, put your hat on the shelf, and your books in the place I gave you for them."
"Oh, aunty! There's the door-bell. I do hope nobody will call to see you; but I could go on by myself now; at any rate I'd 'try, try again,' as the verse says."
"Mrs. Lang to see you, ma'am," said Hannah, opening the door.
Mrs. Morgan looked as though she was sorry; but Milly insisted that she could do the rest.
"Finish one drawer at a time then," said her aunt. "Find all the articles that go in it, and then take another."
"I'll sweep up your room for you," said Hannah, kindly. "There'll be a good many scraps about."
"Thank you, Hannah," and Milly began to sing at the top of her voice one of her favorite songs:
"Flowers, wild wood flowers."