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mother has to work so hard that she has not 

 time to do it for her. 



Harriet. Or we might learn to make gruel, 

 and such little nice things, and carry them to 

 sick people. 



Rene6. Or we might go and read to them 

 sometimes. 



Last summer I used often to go to see a poor 

 old woman who lived near our house, and who 

 was very sick. She could not read herself, and 

 she loved to hear me read ; and when she saw 

 me coming, she would sometimes say, "Oh, here 

 comes that sweet child with her book; she is 

 the Lord's own blessing to me. Her visits do 

 me more good than all the doctor's medicine." 

 One day I took her a bunch of flowers out of my 

 own garden, and she was so pleased, she held 

 them up, and looked at them awhile, and said, 

 " How pretty they are ! What beautiful things 

 our Heavenly Father makes for us !" 



She was a dear old woman, but she has gone 

 to Heaven now. 



Aunt M. And my dear little Renee has the 

 satisfaction of knowing that she added something 

 to the enjoyment of her life. It is a great privi- 



