good, and not proud, or she would never go to the happy world
where angels are. She told her also, that though her mother was gone
into another world, she knew and was sorry when she was naughty.

"Nurse was a particularly generous woman, and was always teaching the
little lady to give things away; and she took great pains to make her
civil to everybody, whether high or low.

"Nurse had loved to be much out of doors, and Evelyn loved it as much;
and the two together used to ramble all about the place, into the
fields and yards where animals were kept, and into the groves and
gardens to watch the birds and butterflies, and to talk to the
gardeners and the old women who weeded the walks. Nurse was always
reminding Evelyn to take something out with her to give away; if it was
nothing else than a roll or a few lumps of sugar from breakfast; for
Evelyn's mother, just before her death, had said to her nurse:

"'My child may be very rich, teach her to think of the wants of the
poor, and to give away.'

"But the more happy Evelyn had been with her nurse, the more sad she
was with Harris. There was not anything which Harris talked of that the
little girl cared for, and the consequence was that she passed for
being very dull; because when Harris was talking of one set of things,
she was thinking of something very different.

"When Harris wanted her to admire herself in her new frocks, when she
was dressed to go down to tea, or at any other time, she was wishing to
have her pinafore on, or that she might run down to her lamb, which fed
in a square yard covered with grass, where the maids dried the clothes.

"Mr. Vaughan had died somewhat suddenly in the spring; the lamb was
then only six weeks old. Evelyn came to live with her aunts immediately
after the funeral; and the summer passed away without anything very
particular happening.

"It was Harris's plan to indulge Evelyn as much as she possibly could,
though she did not like the child; and therefore, when she asked to go
out, which, by her goodwill, would have been every hour of the day, she
went with her. When she went to take anything to her lamb, and to
stroke it, or to hang flowers about its neck, Harris stood by her. But
if Harris did not like Evelyn, she hated her pet still more; she
pointed out to Evelyn that there were young horns budding on its brow;
that it was getting big and coarse, and, like other sheep, dirty; and
said that it would soon be too big for a pre