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made it.” Mrs. Lovett paused, but, as Lucy did
not reply, she resumed—“I wish your cousin’s
new home to be pleasant to her; yet much of the
attendance, and many of the indulgences to which
she has been accustomed, she cannot have here.
She will not be less happy—nay, I think she will
be more happy for this, if ‘she sces that we love
her, and strive, by our attentions, to prevent her
missing them. This kindness on our part will
make her love us too, and learn our habits, in
order that she may help us; so that on both sides
the labours will be from love, which makes ali
labour light.”

At. this moment Mary moved, and half opening
her eyes, and, perhaps, seeing Mrs. Lovett dimly,
said, ‘Mother!’ Lucy’s heart was touched ;
the love which her mother’s words had failed to
awaken stirred within her, and she said, ‘‘ Do not
get up yet, cousin; the room will be warmer pre-
sently, and I will call you in time.”

When Mary did get up, Lucy assisted her very
cheerfully in dressing herself. She then une
covered the bed, and rang the bell for the servant.
Jane, the servant, came in, and, turning over the