The child's heart was touched.
"When we get there, look around you, and see if there is nothing you can do to make her feel better.

I'm sure you will find something." "What, mother ?" Aggy's interest was all alive now.
"If the room is in disorder, you might, very quietly, put things in their right places.

Even that would make her feel better; for nobody can be quite comfortable in the midst of confusion." "Oh! I can do all that, mother." And light beamed in the child's countenance.

"It's nothing very hard." "No; you can do all this with little effort; and yet, trifling as the act may seem, dear, it will do Mrs.Elder good: and you will have the pleasing remembrance of a kind deed.

A child's hand is strong enough to lift a feather from an inflamed wound, even though it lack the surgeon's skill." The mother said these last words half herself.
And now they were at the door of Mrs.Elder's unattractive cottage, and the mother and child passed in.