Don't be troubled if I don't send it till
evening; it will surely come in time. I can work fast, and this will
be the happiest job I ever did," said Lizzie, beginning to lay out
mysterious little tools and bend delicate wires.
"You are altogether too grateful for the little I have done. It
makes me feel ashamed to think I did not find you out before and do
something better worth thanks."
"Ah, it wasn't the boots or the cake or the roses, dear Miss Belle.
It was the kind looks, the gentle words, the way it was done, that
went right to my heart, and did me more good than a million of
money. I never stole a pin after that day, for the little rose
wouldn't let me forget how you forgave me so sweetly. I sometimes
think it kept me from greater temptations, for I was a poor, forlorn
child, with no one to keep me good."
Pretty Belle looked prettier than ever as she listened, and a bright
tear stood in either eye like a drop of dew on a blue flower. It
touched her very much to learn that her little act of childish
charity had been so sweet and helpful to this lonely girl, and now
lived so freshly in her grateful memory.
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