That self-discipline was one of the most wonderful things in the world.

That if she'd only been taught it when she was a girl, her life would have been very, very different.
And so she was giving me a great big box of chocolates for my very own, just so as to teach me to deny myself and take only three pieces every day.
Three pieces!--and all that whole big box of them just making my mouth water all the while; and all just to teach me that horrid old self-discipline! Why, you'd think it was Aunt Jane doing it instead of Mother! * * * * * _One week later._ It's come--Father's letter.

It came last night.

Oh, it was short, and it didn't say anything about what _I_ wrote.

But I was proud of it, just the same.