Then the mother and child sat down to partake of their frugal meal, which both eat with a keen relish.
"I'm so glad to get home again!" the little girl said, glancing up into her mother's face, with a cheerful smile.
The mother looked upon her child with a tender expression, but did not reply.

She thought how poor and comfortless that home was which seemed so desirable.
"I don't like to go to Mrs.Walker's," said the child, after the lapse of a few moments.
"Why not, Jane ?" "Because I can't do any thing right there.

Amy scolds me if I touch a thing, and John won't let me go any place, except into the kitchen.

I'm sure I like home a great deal better, and I wish you would always stay at home, mother." "I would never go out, Jane, if I could help it," the mother replied, in the effort to make her daughter understand, that she might acquiesce in the necessity.

"But you know that we must eat, and have clothes to wear, and pay for the house we live in.