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〃I like it for some reasons;〃 said Miss Fosbrook; smiling。

〃Oh; tell me!〃 cried Bessie。  〃Mamma always says we should not be a bit happier if our names were pretty ones; but I don't know; I feel as if one would; only the others like to make things plainer and uglier than they are。〃

〃I never could call your name ugly; it is such a dignified; old; respectable name。〃

〃Yes; but they call me Betty!〃

〃And they call me Bell; and sometimes Jelly…bag and Currant…jelly;〃 said Miss Fosbrook; laughing and sighing; for she would have liked to have heard those funny names again。

〃Then it is no good to you!〃 exclaimed Elizabeth。

〃I don't know that we talk of good in such a matter。  I like my name because of the reason it was given to me。〃

〃Oh; why?〃 eagerly asked the little girl。

〃When I was born; my papa was a very young man; and he was very fond of reading poetry。〃

〃Why; I thought your papa was a doctor。〃

〃Well!〃

〃I thought only ladies; and poets; and idle silly people; cared for poetry。〃

〃They can hardly be silly if they care rightly for real poetry; Bessie;〃 said Miss Fosbrook; 〃at least; so my papa would say。  It has been one of his great helps。  Well; in those days he was very fond of a poem about a lady called Christabel; who was so good and sweet; that when evil came near; it could not touch her so as to do her any harm; and so he gave his little daughter her name。〃

〃How very nice!〃 cried Elizabeth。

〃You must not envy me; my dear; for I have been a good deal laughed at for my pretty name; and so has Papa; and I do not think he would have chosen anything so fanciful if he had been a little older。〃

〃Then isn't hewhat is it you call itpoetical now?〃

〃Indeed he is; in a good way;〃 and as the earnest eyes looked so warmly at her; Christabel Fosbrook could not help making a friend of the little maiden。  〃He has very little time to read it; for you know he is a parish surgeon in a great parish in London; full of poor people; worse off than you can imagine; and often very ill。  He is obliged to be always hard at work in the narrow close streets there; and to see everything sad; and dismal; and disagreeable; that can be found; but; do you know; Bessie; he always looks for the good and beautiful side; he looks at one person's patience; and another person's kindness; and at some little child's love for its mother or sister; that hinders it from being too painful for him。〃

〃But is that poetry?  I thought poetry meant verses。〃

〃Verses are generally the best and most suitable way of expressing our feelings about what is good and beautiful; but they are not always poetry; any more than the verses they sang to…night about the bread and butter; because; you know; wanting thick butter was not exactly a beautiful feeling。  I think the denying themselves their little indulgences for the sake of giving the poor woman a pig; is much more poetical; though nobody said a word in verse。〃

They both laughed; and Elizabeth said; 〃That wasn't what you meant about your papa。  Susy cares for goodness。〃

〃No; it was not all I meant; but it was seeing high and noble thoughts expressed in beautiful verses that gives him pleasure; and when he has a little bit of leisure; it is his great treat to open a book of that sort; and read a little bit to us; and tell us why we like it。  He says it makes him young again; and takes him out of the dingy streets; and from all his cares as to how the bills are to be paid。〃

〃Did you like coming here?〃 was Bessie's home question; and Miss Fosbrook winked away a little moisture; as she said;

〃I was glad to be growing a woman; and to be able to help about some of those bills; and then I was glad to come into the beautiful country that Papa has so often told us about。〃

〃I did not know there was anything beautiful here。〃

〃O Bessie; you never lived in London!  You can't think how many things are beautiful to me here!  I want to be writing about them to Papa and Kate all day long。〃

〃Are they?〃 said Bessie。  〃Mamma has pretty things in the drawing… room; but she keeps them out of the way; and everything here is so dull and stupid!〃 and the little girl gave a yawn。

Miss Fosbrook understood her。  The wainscoted room in which they were sitting had been painted of a uniform creamy brown; the chairs were worn; the table was blistered and cracked; the carpet only covered the middle of the room; and was so threadbare; that only a little red showed here and there。  All that was needful was there; but of the plainest kind; and where the other children only felt ease and freedom; and were the more contented and happy for the homely good sense of all around them; this little girl felt a want that she scarcely understood; but which made her uncomfortable and discontented; even when she had so much to be thankful for。

Miss Fosbrook moved nearer to the window。  Down below there was certainly not much to be seen; only Pierce cleaning the knives in the knife…house; and Martha washing out her pans before the dairy…door; but that was not where she looked。  She turned the little half… fretful face upwards。  〃Look there!〃 she said; 〃and talk of seeing nothing pretty!〃

〃I see nothing〃

〃Do you not see the pale clear green of those noble horse…chestnut leaves just sprung into their full summer dressnot in the least worn nor stained yet?  And those fine spikes of white blossom; all tending upupwhile the masses of those leaves fall so gracefully down; as if lifting them up; and then falling back to do them honour。〃  Bessie smiled; and her eye lighted up。  〃And see the colour against the skylook at the contrast of that bright light green with the blue; so very deep; of the skyand oh! see that train of little clouds; red with soft sunny light; like a little soft flock of rosy lambs; if there were such things; lying across the sky。 O Bessie! you can't talk of wanting the sight of pretty things while you have that sky。〃

Bessie was coming closer to her; when in burst Sam and Johnnie。

〃Hello; Bess! moping here; I declare!  I suppose you and Miss Fosbrook are telling each other all your secrets。〃

〃I was just coming out;〃 said Miss Fosbrook。  〃I want to make out something about those noble flowers of the horse…chestnut; and why they don't look whiter。  Could you gather one for me; Sam?〃

Sam was only too glad of an excuse for climbing a tree; however cheaply he might hold one who cared for flowers; and by the time Bessie had put on her lilac…spotted sun…bonneta shapeless article it must be confessed; with a huge curtain serving for a tippet; very comfortable; and no trouble at allhe had scrambled into the fork; and brought down a beautiful spire of blossoms; with all the grand leaves hanging round in their magnificent fans。

〃What will you do with it?〃 said the children; standing round。

〃Do you think you could ask Mary to spare us a jug; Susan?  If I might put it in water in the schoolroom fireplace; it would look fresh and cheerful for Sunday。〃

〃Oh; yes;〃 said Susan; pleased with the commission; 〃that I will;〃 and away she ran; while Miss Fosbrook examined the spike to her own great enjoyment。  〃I see;〃 she said; 〃the flowers are not really white; they each have a patch of pink or yellow on them; which gives them their softness。  Yes; and do you see; Bessie; they are in clusters of three; and each three has one flower with a pink spot; and two with a yellow one。〃

〃That is very curious;〃 said Bessie:  the fretfulness was very much gone out of her tone; and she stood looking at the beautiful flower; without a word; till Susan came back; when she began to show her what Miss Fosbrook had pointed out。  Susan smiled with her really good nature; and said; 〃How funny!〃 but was more intent on telling Miss Fosbrook that she had brought the jug; and then on hauling Elizabeth away to a game at Tom Tittler's ground。

Miss Fosbrook said she would put away the flower and come back again; and she settled the branch in the chimney; where it looked very graceful; and really did enliven the room; and then walked out towards the lawn。

There was a lawn in front of the house; part of which had been formerly levelled for a bowling…green; and was kept clear of shrubs or flower…beds。  Beyond was a smooth; rather rapid slope towards a quiet river; beyond which there rose again a beautiful green field; crowned above by a thick wood; ending at the top in some scraggy pine…trees; with scanty dark foliage at the top of their rude russet arms。  Fine trees stood out here and there upon the slope of the field; and Captain Merrifield's fine sleeked cows were licking each other; or chewing the cud; under them。

There was a white Chinese bridge; the rails all zigzags; and patterns running this way and that; so that it must have been very ugly and glaring before the white paint had faded so much。

The house was a respectable old stone building; rather brown and grey; and the stone somewhat disposed to peel off in flakes; the windows large sashes; set in great projecting squared stones; the tallest and biggest at the top。  It was a house of a very sober pleasant countenance; that looked as if it had always been used to have a large family in it; and there was a vine; with all its beauteous leaves; trained

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