Let them be given to the poor, and they'll do some good.

There isn't a housekeeper in moderate circumstances that couldn't almost clothe some poor family, by giving away the cast off garments that every year accumulate on her hands." How sharply did I feel the rebuking spirit in these words of aunt Rachel.
"What's done can't be helped now," said my husband kindly, interrupting, as he spoke, some further remarks that aunt Rachel evidently intended to make.

"We must do better next time." "I must do better," was my quick remark, made in penitent tones.

"I was very thoughtless." To relieve my mind, my husband changed the subject of conversation; but, nothing could relieve the pressure upon my feelings, caused by a too acute consciousness of having done what in the eyes of my husband, looked like a want of true humanity.

I could not bear that he should think me void of sympathy for others.
The day following was Sunday.