I know, Alice, it is wrong to keep repining as I do, but I cannot help it; you must bear with me."
"I won't bear with you, if I can alter you!" replied my mother: but the harshness of her words was outdone by the earnest affection of her tone and pleasant smile that made my father smile again, less sadly, and less transiently than was his wont.
"Mama," said I, as soon as I could find an opportunity of speaking with her alone, "my money is but little, and cannot last long; if I could increase it, it would lessen papa's anxiety on one subject at least. I cannot draw like Mary, and so the best thing I could do would be to look out for another situation."
"And so you would actually try again, Agnes!"
"Decidedly, I would."
"Why my dear, I should have thought you had had enough of it."
"I know," said I "everybody is not like Mr. and Mrs. Bloomfield—"
"Some are worse," interrupted my mother.
"But not many I think," replied I, "and I'm sure all children are not like theirs; for
