"If I knew what to do."

"There is always a way when the heart is willing. Do you understand
that, love?"

Aggy looked up again, and with an inquiring glance, to her mother.

"We will soon be at Mrs. Elder's. Are you not sorry that she is so
sick? It is more than a week since she was able to sit up, and she
has suffered a great deal of pain."

"Yes, I'm very sorry." And both look and tone confirmed the truth of
her words. The child's heart was touched.

"When we get there, look around you, and see if there is nothing you
can do to make her feel better. I'm sure you will find something."

"What, mother?" Aggy's interest was all alive now.

"If the room is in disorder, you might, very quietly, put things in
their right places. Even that would make her feel better; for nobody
can be quite comfortable in the midst of confusion."

"Oh! I can do all that, mother." And light beamed in the child's
countenance. "It's nothing very hard."

"No; you can do all this with little effort; and yet, trifling as
the act may seem, dear, it will do Mrs. Elder good: and you will
have the pleasing remembrance of a kind deed. A child's hand is