Hatty and Marcus | Page 2

Lee knew that in their present state of mind it would be next to
impossible to keep the children perfectly quiet, and she resolved to
employ them about something, that they might not waste their energy
in making a noise.
Marcus heard somebody at the head of the stairs, and he looked up with
an expression of provoking mischief, as if ready to receive another
scolding from aunt Barbara. When he saw his mother's kind, pale face
bending towards him, he felt a little ashamed of the thoughtlessness
which had made him forget that her weak head might have suffered
from what he called his "fun."
"Well, Mother," he said looking up cheerfully, "how soon do you think
Hatty will come?"
"Not for an hour yet, my son," said the mother, kindly; "and,
meanwhile, I have something for you to do. I want you to sweep the
pavement, from the door-step to the gate, that it may look neat and tidy
to Hatty when she comes home."
"Here, Meg, you go get me a broom, and I'll set to work in a
twinkling," said Marcus, jumping down from the balusters, with a
deafening stamp of his heavy shoes.

The sound seemed to touch every nerve in Mrs. Lee's head, and she
drew her eyebrows together with an expression of pain; but she only
said, quietly--"I must have a pair of slippers for you to wear in the
house, Marcus, and then you can take off your shoes, when you come
in, as your father does."
"O that will be first-rate," said Marcus, with delight. "I should like
dog's-heads for the pattern; won't you begin them to-day, Mother?"
"I will make them as soon as I can," said the mother, with a languid
smile.
Meg now came running along the hall, carrying the broom by the brush
end, while the handle went "knock, knock," along the floor, keeping
time to the skipping motion with which she generally moved.
Marcus seized the broom, and began to flourish it this way and that
way, across the wide pavement, as if he meant to be rapid, if not
particularly thorough, in his work.
"Now, Harry," said Mrs. Lee, quietly, "mother wants you to make a
nice fence with your blocks all round your playthings. Meg will get
them for you."
From a closet under the stairs Meg soon dragged out a box in which
were Harry's stores of blocks,--playthings of which he never tired, and
which never wore out.
The little fellow set to work very patiently; and then Mrs. Lee said,
"Come, Meg, I will take you with me." Meg gave her hand to her
mother, and skipped up the stairs, ready to take in good part anything
that should happen.
Mrs. Lee led her to a small room at the end of the hall, and said, "Now
listen to me, my little darling. You are to sleep in here with Hatty, and
she is to help you dress, and to be very kind to you. I want you to be
very careful not to hurt any of Hatty's things, and to mind her, when I
am not with you. If you do as I say, you will be sure to get on well."

Meg gave a little jump, and perched herself on the edge of the bed, as
she said, "O how nice, Mother! I am so glad. It is a great deal
pleasanter than being in the old nursery with Jane."
"Don't sit on the bed, Meggy," said Mrs. Lee, helping the little thing
gently down--and smoothing the tumbled place she had made on the
clean counterpane; "You know Hatty likes to keep her bed very nicely."
"Hatty can't lock the door now--and say, 'You can't come in, Meg.' It is
my room, too, now," said Meg, "and I shall have a right to come in."
"I hope my little girls will get on very pleasantly together," said Mrs.
Lee, gently. "Jesus' little children never quarrel, never speak bad, angry
words."
"Well, I won't, Mother, if I can help it," said Meg, and she put up her
mouth to be kissed, as if that mother's kiss could ensure her doing right.
While this conversation was going on up stairs, Marcus had stopped in
the midst of his work, and was actually still, for a moment, while his
face bore the marks of deep thought.
Marcus did not feel altogether comfortable about the way he had
spoken to Aunt Barbara that morning; he knew he had done wrong, and
that brought to his mind a letter his mother had received from Hatty
during her absence. Hatty had written that she was very sorry for all the
naughty things she had ever done, and that she had made up her mind
to be one of