Lydia.
Do not you remember the piece of cotton Miss Friend gave me to make my great doll a gown? My sister said, there was enough to make the little boy a frock, and she was so good as to cut it out and fit it for me, and I made it up myself.
Mamma.
It is very nicely made, I am sure; and you, my love, are a proof of what I was saying just now, of the pleasure there is in doing kind actions; you appear so cheerful and satisfied. I am sure you never had half so much enjoyment of a new hat for yourself or a fine doll.
Lydia.
Because the little boy and girl look so happy; and there is so much pleasure in seeing people happy.
Mamma.
Blessed indeed are those whose countenances, like a mirror, reflect the brightness which shines in the face of their neighbour: or, to speak more plainly, my little dear, blessed both of God and man are those who are cheerful and happy, because they see another person glad; “Who rejoice with them that do rejoice.” But, my dear, your little friends, I dare say, are impatient to show the presents to their mother: you had better dismiss them.
Lydia, who had now learned to mind her Mamma the moment she spoke, thanked Sally for her pretty basket, and told her she must come one day and teach her to make such; and then desired them to go home.
Sally made a dozen courtesies, and the little boy as many bows; and thanked her again and again as they went away.