don't," said Toddie. "More help I getsh, the worse fings is. Guesh
I'll do fings all alone affer thish."

"I know what to say to the Lord to-night, Aunt Alice," said Budge.

"_Dear_ little boy," said Mrs. Burton, "go on."

"Dear Lord," said Budge, "we _do_ have the _awfullest_ times when we try
to make other folks happy. _Do_, please, Lord--please teach big folks
how hard little folks have to think before they do things for 'em. An'
make 'em understand little folks _every_ way better than they do, so
that they don't make little folks unhappy when they try to make big
folks feel jolly. Make big folks have to think as hard as little folks
do, for Christ's sake--Amen! Oh, yes, an' bless dear mamma an' the
sweet little sister baby. How's that, Aunt Alice?"

Mrs. Burton did not reply, and Budge, on turning, saw only her departing
figure, while Toddie remarked:

"Now, it's _my_ tyne (turn.) Dear Lord, when I getsh to be a little boy
anzel up in hebben, don't let growed-up anzels come along whenever I'm
doin' anyfing nice for 'em, an' say '_don't_,' or tumble me down in
heaps of nashty old black coal. _There_! Amen!"

It was with a sneaking sense of relief that Mrs. Burton awoke on the
following morning, and realized that the day was Sunday. Even
schoolteachers have two days of rest in every seven, thought Mrs. Burton
to herself, and no one doubts that they deserve them. How much more
deserving of rest and relief, then, must be the volunteer teacher who,
not for a few hours only, but from dawn to twilight, has charge of two
children whose capacity for both learning and mischief, surely equals
any school-full of boys? The realization that she was attempting, for a
few days only, that which mothers everywhere were doing without hope of
rest excepting in heaven, made Mrs. Burton feel more humble and
worthless than she had ever done in her life before, but it did not
banish her wish to turn the children over to the care of their uncle for
the day. If Mrs. Burton had been honest with herself she would have
admitted that the principal cause of her anxiety for relief was her
unwillingness to have her husband witness the failures which she had
come to believe were to be her daily lot while trying to train her
nephews. Thoughts of a Sunday excursion, from participation in which she
should in some way excuse herself; of volunteering to relieve her
sister-in-law's nurse during the day, and thus leaving her husband in
charge of the