AMY. 153

“Oh,” said Amy, in the most onnene manner, “I frowed
her away; she wasn’t worf anysing zen.’

“Mamma,” said May, laughing, “did you ever eae of
people throwing away their children, even if they are dead ?”
Their mamma laughed. “I never did,” she answered.

“ And, mamma,” May went on, “do you think Amy ought
to want to go out this afternoon, when her child died only this
morning ?”

“T do not think she need stay in on that account, but I
think she had: best not go till she is feeling quite well.”

“Mamma,” said Amy, “what are we going to have for .
dinner ?” 7

“ Amy is going to have some nice broth and some toast,”
her mother replied.

“ And nuffin else ?”

“ Not to-day.”

“Oh, dear,” Amy said, “I wiss I was going to have waffles
for supper dis ebein’ ’stead a yesaday, and zen I wouldn’t eat
so many.”

“T am afraid the mischief is done, little girlie. You are
too late with your wish.”

Amy sat thinking. “Mamma,” she said, “ was it naughty
to eat so much ?”.

“T think it was, this time, for you were not satisfied when
mamma said you had enough, but went back and begged
Bethiah to give you more in the kitchen.”