"If I don't forget myself," said her brother; "it's kinder hard to feel
good when everything goes contrary, but I'll try;" and as he spoke, she
saw him select a sliver of the broken glass, and, wrapping it in a bit
of paper, lay it away in a drawer where he was allowed to keep his few
treasures.

"Why, what's that for, Morton?" she asked curiously.

He flushed a little, then said very low,--

"It's to make us remember," and she felt that the whole circumstance
must have made a deep impression on the boy.

Not so Molly. She mourned the glass because now she had no better place
before which to arrange her curls than in one of the larger pieces left,
which, being cracked, gave her such a resemblance to a certain old
fisherman with a broken nose, who was her special aversion, that she
hated to look at herself, which was, possibly, not a bad thing, for she
was in danger of growing vain of her pretty, piquant face these days.

But for a long time Sara went about the humble home with a humbler
heart. She felt that she had been a traitor to her Kingly Father, and
took the pretty little white cross madame had sent her and pinned it up,
face inwards, against the wall.

"I am not worthy to wear it," she said, "until I have done something to
atone for my rebellion."

But the winter passed quietly away; and, if no opportunity offered for