‘Here, here,’ she cried, ‘take this!’
‘O no, indeed, for your mamma
Would be offended, Miss.’
“'My mother? never; she delights
All sorrow to beguile;
And ’tis the sweetest joy she feels,
To make the wretched smile.
“'She taught me when I had enough,
To share it with the poor;
And never let a needy child