“I don’t have any clothes, I make over mother’s. We have Kitty for playthings. Enough to eat? Baby always has enough, don’t she, lovie?” cuddling her up close.
A new world was opening up to Nell.
“Excuse me, but don’t you have any pleasure trips, or birthday parties, or Christmas?”
“No; I don’t just know what those things are, but we have nice beef and apples for dinner on Christmas.”
“And are you always happy as you seem—really happy?”
The “little mother” opened her eyes wide in wonder. “Why, of course. What else should we be? Mother always told us it was wicked to be cross, and that we must not fret much, even over her going away to heaven.”
Nell did some hard thinking on her way home, and being a sensible little girl, she made up her mind that one way to be happy is to be busy, and not only busy, but useful, and she set about the new way in earnest.
She learned that it is possible to be unselfish and happy any where; she in her wealthy home, and the “little mother” in her one room, with her baby and her flowers.