That is the bargain, and we get the best of it," said Mrs.Minot, looking well pleased, while Jack added, "That's so!" and Frank observed with an air of conviction, "We couldn't get on without Jill, possibly." "Can I do all that?
I didn't know I was of any use.

I only tried to be good and grateful, for there didn't seem to be anything else I could do," said Jill, wondering why they were all so fond of her.
"No real trying is ever in vain.

It is like the spring rain, and flowers are sure to follow in good time.

The three gifts Patience gave Saint Lucy were courage, cheerfulness, and love, and with these one can work the sweetest miracles in the world, as you see," and Mrs.Minot pointed to the pretty room and its happy inmates.
"Am I really the least bit like that good Lucinda?
I tried to be, but I didn't think I was," asked Jill softly.
"You are very like her in all ways but one.

_She_ did not get well, and _you_ will." A short answer, but it satisfied Jill to her heart's core, and that night, when she lay in bed, she thought to herself: "How curious it is that I've been a sort of missionary without knowing it! They all love and thank me, and won't let me go, so I suppose I must have done something, but I don't know what, except trying to be good and pleasant." That was the secret, and Jill found it out just when it was most grateful as a reward for past efforts, most helpful as an encouragement toward the constant well-doing which can make even a little girl a joy and comfort to all who know and love her..