After looking at it a moment in silence, she added, "Do you not think it would make a pretty painting for the top of a work-box?"
"Yes, very pretty; but are you never idle, Cecille?"
"Not often, ma'am," said she, modestly.
"And do you not get weary of being always at work?"
"Weary of working for grandmamma—dear, good grandmamma!" she exclaimed, with energy. "Oh, no!—never." A minute after, speaking more quietly, she said, "Perhaps I should get tired, but when the work seems dull and hard, I always remember what Mr. Logan told me to do."
"And what was that, Cecille?"
"He said that at such times I must think of something that grandmamma wanted very much, and say to myself, this will help me to buy it when it is done, and he was sure then I would not get tired, or want to put my work down."
"Mr. Logan was a very wise man. Where did you know him?"
"In N., a little village that we went to when we first came over from France, when my dear papa was with us. He lived there with us for four years before he went back to France. My own dear papa, how I wish I could see him!"
"You remember your father then," said I.