"Something troubled Aggy, and her crying sent a pain through my temples. But it went away with the clouds that passed from her darling little face."
"Why, she's asleep, mother!" exclaimed Anna.
"So she is. Dear little lamb! Asleep with a tear on her cheek. Turn her crib around, love, so that I can lay her in it."
"No, you mustn't lift her," says Mary. "It will make your head ache." And the elder of the children lifts her baby-sister in her arms, and carefully lays her in the crib.
"Did you say all your lessons correctly this morning?" now asks the mother.
"I didn't miss a word," answers Mary.
"Nor I," says Anna.
"I'm glad of it. It always does me good to know that you have said your lessons well. Now go and take a run in the yard for exercise."
The little girls leave the chamber, and soon their happy voices came ringing up from the yard. The sound is loud, the children in their merry mood unconscious of the noise they make.
"This is too loud. It will make your head ache," we say, making a motion to rise, as if going to check the exuberance of their spirits.