I presume she left
out just a few dollars for every-day expenses, which was what baby threw
in the fire, but this must be the bulk of the money that father brought
from Squire Scrantoun's."
"Yes," said Morton, still with solemn emphasis; "and perhaps, Sara,
broken looking-glasses don't always mean that somebody's going to die;
if they did, this would have broken last summer, wouldn't it?"
"I don't know just what to think, Morton," squeezing the baby for very
joy, while this great gladness made her eyes brilliant, "only I guess we
aren't forgotten, after all! I want to remember that always now, no
matter how sorrowful we may be; will you help me, Morton?"
"If I don't forget myself," said her brother; "it's kinder hard to feel
good when everything goes contrary, but I'll try;" and as he spoke, she
saw him select a sliver of the broken glass, and, wrapping it in a bit
of paper, lay it away in a drawer where he was allowed to keep his few
treasures.
"Why, what's that for, Morton?" she asked curiously.
He flushed a little, then said very low,--
"It's to make us remember," and she felt that the whole circumstance
must have made a deep impression on the boy.
Not so Molly. She mourned the glass because now she had no better place
before which to arrange her curls than in one of the larger pieces left,
which, being cracked, gave her such a resemblance to a certain old
fisherman with a broken nose, who was her special aversion, that she
hated to look at herself, which was, possibly, not a bad thing, for she
was in danger of growing vain of her pretty, piquant face these days.
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