ways, her loving heart, her cheerful voice, and willing hands.
"Every one loved her, and she was always happy, for duty was pleasant. The world was bright, and she was never out of tune.
"She tended flowers in the window yonder, and grew as beautiful as they; she touched the old piano, and filled the house with music; she fed her little bird, and was as cheerful as he; she read and studied those books, growing wise and good and gay on the food they gave her; she sewed busily, clothing naked children as well as dolls, and many blessed her. She often lay where you lie now, not discontented and sad, but with a happy heart, a busy fancy, and the love of many friends to keep her always blithe.
"We loved her well, and we love you for her dear sake. If you would see her image, look up and try to imitate her."
Rather startled at the serious manner of the sprite, Fanny lifted her eyes, and there hung the picture of her mother, when a little girl. She had often seen it before, but it never had seemed so beautiful and dear as now, when, looking at it
