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UP-HILL WORK. 
I do try. Only yesterday-” Her voice 
was again lost in sobs. 
“But you should not be so easily discou¬ 
raged, Hetty,” urged Annie. “Everyone 
has to try a great many times before they 
can overcome such a fault. And it is every 
thing to make a beginning.” 
“You don’t know,” said Antoinette: 
“you are so good-” 
“I!” interrupted Annie. “You don’t 
know me, if you think so.” 
“ And you cannot tell what up-hill work 
it is,” she continued. “I can tell you, when 
you were all talking about that poor boy— 
that Jack—I thought I knew how to sympa¬ 
thize with him; and I thought if you had 
had as much trouble trying to be very very 
good as I have had, you would show more 
feeling for him.” 
Annie coloured deeply. “You think I 
am so good, Hetty,” she said, in a low voice, 
and without looking up from the contem¬ 
plation of the little fish that were dancing 
under the bridge; “but there is one thing 
now! I know I have been very unjust about 
that, and have hurt Dick’s feelings ; and yet 
it seems as though I could not make up my 
