"I wanted yesterday that Will and Governor should have better clothes." "Well, Winnie, I wanted it too -- I would have given them better if I had had them." "But mamma, ought I to have wished that ?" "Why yes, dear Winnie; it is a pleasant thing to have comfortable clothes, and it is right to wish for them, provided we can be patient when we don't get them.

But still I think dear Governor and Will will be pretty comfortable this winter.

We will try to make them so." "Yes mamma, -- but I wanted them to be _smart_." "It is right to be smart, Winnie, if we aren't _too_ smart." "I wish I could be always just right, mamma." "The rightest thing will be for you to go to sleep," said her mother, kissing her eyes and cheeks.

"I'll be through my work directly and then you shall sit in my lap and rest -- I don't want to sew to-night.

Winnie, the good Shepherd will gather my little lamb with his arm and carry her in his bosom, if she minds his voice; and then he will bring her by and by where she shall walk with him in white, and there will be no spots on the white any more." "I know.