"No, mamma! I don't believe they are very poor,--at least, they don't speak as if they were; and, at any rate, Bessy's illness is consumption--she won't want wine. Perhaps, I might take her a little preserve, made of our dear Helstone fruit. No! there's another family to whom I should like to give--Oh mamma, mamma! how am I to dress up in my finery, and go off and away to smart parties, after the sorrow I've seen to-day?" exclaimed Margaret, bursting the bounds she had preordained for herself before she came in, and telling her mother what she had seen and heard at Higgins's cottage.

'No, mamma. I don't believe they are very poor; and Bessy's illness is consumption - she won't want wine. Perhaps I might take her a little fruit preserve. No! there's another family to whom I should like to give - Oh mamma! how am I to dress up in my finery, and go to smart parties, after the sorrow I have seen today?' exclaimed Margaret, bursting the bounds she had set for herself, and telling her mother about John Boucher.
