with them, till I found my
own peace was concerned, in getting the better of this disposition; and
that, if I would have any content, I must not repine at my not being so
handsome as others.'

When Miss Betty Ford ceased, Miss Jenny said, 'Indeed, my dear, it is
well you had not at that time the power of the eagle in the fable;
for your poor sister might then, like the peacock, have said in a soft
voice, "You are, indeed, a great beauty; but it lies in your beak and
your talons, which make it death to me to dispute it."'

Miss Betty Ford rejoiced, that her power did not extend to enable her to
do mischief, before she had seen her folly. And now this little society,
in good humour and cheerfulness, attended their kind governess's summons
to supper; and then, after the evening prayers, they retired to their
peaceful slumbers.

MONDAY. THE EIGHTH DAY.

Early in the morning, after the public prayers which Mrs. Teachum read
every day, our little company took a walk in the garden whilst the
breakfast was preparing.

The fine weather, the prospects round them, all conspired to increase
their pleasure. They looked at one another with delight; their minds
were innocent and satisfied; and therefore every outward object was
pleasing in their sight.

Miss Jenny Peace said, she was sure they were happier than any other
society of children whatever, except where the same harmony and love
were preserved, as were kept up in their minds: 'For (continued she)
I think now, my dear companions, I can answer for you all, that
no mischievous, no malicious plots disturb the tranquility of your
thoughts; plots, which in the end, constantly fall on the head of
those who invent them, after all the pains they cost in forming, and
endeavouring to execute.'

Whilst Miss Jenny Peace was talking, Miss Dolly Friendly looked at her
very earnestly. She would not interrupt her; but the moment she was
silent, Miss Dolly said, 'My dear Miss Jenny, what is the matter with
you? your eyes are swelled, and you look as if you had been crying. If
you have any grief that you keep to yourself, you rob us of the share we
have a right to demand in all that belongs to you.'

'No, indeed (answered Miss Jenny), I have nothing that grieves me;
though, if I had, I should think it increased, rather than lessened, by
your being grieved too; but last night, after I went upstairs, I found
amongst my books the play of the Funeral, or, Grief-a-la-mode; where t