"It is this way.

Whenever I begin to think of something very pleasant, then sad thoughts come into my mind, and I keep wondering whether there isn't something that I can do for those in trouble, and then I am unhappy because I can't think of anything.

I see so many things that you don't see, and I can't get them out of my head all day long." "What sort of things ?" asked the boy in surprise.
"Well, for instance, twice when we have been coming home from our afternoon walk, we have met a man with a heavy shovel on his shoulder, and you didn't notice him because you were so busy talking with Mrs.
Stanhope.

The man looked down on the ground, just as father does when he comes home at night all tired out and says, 'We shall hardly pull through, if I work ever so hard; I'm afraid we can't keep out of debt.' I'm sure that man is worried just as father was, and I keep thinking if I could only go after him and find out where he lives, I might do him some good, perhaps." "But you mustn't do that," cried Fani, much horrified.

"Don't you remember how Mrs.Stanhope told us in the very beginning that we must never go into any house where we didn't know the people?
and that we mustn't speak first to people we don't know, as we do at home?
You must not go and talk to that man.