our feelings about what is good and beautiful; but they are not
always poetry, any more than the verses they sang to-night about the
bread and butter, because, you know, wanting thick butter was not
exactly a beautiful feeling. I think the denying themselves their
little indulgences for the sake of giving the poor woman a pig, is
much more poetical, though nobody said a word in verse."

They both laughed; and Elizabeth said, "That wasn't what you meant
about your papa. Susy cares for goodness."

"No, it was not all I meant; but it was seeing high and noble
thoughts expressed in beautiful verses that gives him pleasure; and
when he has a little bit of leisure, it is his great treat to open a
book of that sort, and read a little bit to us, and tell us why we
like it. He says it makes him young again, and takes him out of the
dingy streets, and from all his cares as to how the bills are to be
paid."

"Did you like coming here?" was Bessie's home question; and Miss
Fosbrook winked away a little moisture, as she said,

"I was glad to be growing a woman, and to be able to help about some
of those bills; and then I was glad to come into the beautiful
country that Papa has so often told us about."

"I did not know there was anything beautiful here."

"O Bessie, you never lived in London! You can't think how many
things are beautiful to me here! I want to be writing about them to
Papa and Kate all day long."