I'll be very patient." "I know you will, my dear child," said the mother, putting an arm about the little sufferer, and drawing her to her bosom; "you have been good and patient, and mother is only sorry that she has not been able to get you the orange you want so badly." "But I don't believe I want it so very, very bad, mother, as I seem to.

I think about it so much--that's the reason I want it, I'm sure.
I'll try and not think about it any more." "Try, that's a dear, good girl," murmured Mrs.Gaston, as she kissed her child again, and then turned away to resume once more her wearying task.

Unrolling one of the coarse jackets she had brought home, she found that it was of heavy beaver cloth, and had to be sewed with strong thread.

For a moment or two, after she spread it out upon the table, she looked at the many pieces to be wrought up into a well-finished whole, and thought of the hours of hard labor it would require to accomplish the task.

A feeling of discouragement stole into her heart, and she leaned her head listlessly upon the table.