things to be so very bad, because they do not understand how
very good and holy is the God against whom they sin. Edith had this to
learn; books could not teach her this. She who taught her all else so
well, could not teach her this; it was to be learned from a higher
source still.

Well, you are thinking, some of you, that this is a prosy chapter, but
you must not skip it. It is just what Emily Schomberg would have said to
you, if you had been pupils of hers. The end of reading is not, or ought
not to be, mere amusement; so read a grave page now and then with
attention and thoughtfulness.

CHAPTER SIXTH.

EMILIE'S TRIALS.

The truth must be told of Emilie; she was not clever with her hands, and
she was, nevertheless, a little too confident in her power of execution,
so willing and anxious was she to serve you. The directions Fred gave
her were far from clear; and after the paper was all cut and was to be
pasted together, sorrowful to say, it would not do at all. Fred, in
spite of his late apology was very angry, and seizing the scissors said
he should know better another time than to ask Miss Schomberg to do what
she did not understand. "You have wasted my paper, too," said the boy,
"and my time in waiting for what I could better have done myself."

Emilie was very sorry, and she said so; but a balloon could not exactly
be made out of her sorrow, and nothing short of a balloon would pacify
Fred, that was plain. "Must it be ready for to-morrow?" she asked.

"Yes, it _must_," he said. Three other boys were going to send up
balloons. It was the Queen's coronation day, and he had promised to take
a fourth balloon to the party; and the rehearsal of all this stirred up
Fred's ire afresh, and he looked any thing but kind at Miss Schomberg.
What was to be done? Edith suggested driving to the next market town to
buy one; but her papa wanted the pony gig, so they could only sally
forth to Mrs. Cox's for some more tissue paper, and begin the work
again. This was very provoking to Edith.

"To have spent all the morning and now to be going to spend all the
afternoon over a trumpery balloon, which you can't make after all, Miss
Schomberg, is very tiresome, and I wanted to go to old Joe Murray's
to-day and see if the children have picked me up any corallines."

"I am very sorry, dear, my carelessness should punish you; but don't
disturb me by grumbling and I will try and get done before tea, and then
we will go toget