"
"You did mischief, though," said Sarah; "but I want Susy to give over
going into these rages. I want to cure her. Beating her does no good,
mother says that herself; wont you all try and help to cure Susy?"
These children were not angels. I am writing of children as they are you
know, and though they yielded, it was rather sullenly, and little Susan
was given to understand that she was not a very welcome addition. Susy
kept very close to Sarah, sobbing and heaving, till the children seeing
her subdued, made more room for her, and her smile returned. Now the
law of kindness prevailed, and when the time came to run down to the
shore for some more shells, to replace those that had been broken, Susy,
at Sarah's hint, ran first and fastest, and brought her little pinafore
fullest of all. Edith watched all this, and her good old mentor was
willing that she should. "I suppose you have taught them this way of
settling disputes," said Edith to Joe. "I, oh no, Miss, I can't take all
the credit. Sarah, there, she has taken to me very much since my Bob
died, and she said to me the day of his funeral, when her heart was soft
and tender-like, 'Grandfather, tell me what I can do to comfort you.
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