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from top to bottom. “ And it is Monday morning!” 
thought she; “my clean frock! what shall I do?” 
She was very near complaining aloud of her un- 
lucky fate, but checked herself in time, and resol- 
ved to remedy the disaster instead of bewailing it, 
When she reached home, she told her mother 
what had happened, and expressed her sorrow for 
her carelessness. “Indeed, Honor,” said Mrs, 
Claney, “I am quite vexed that you met with such 
an accident to-day, for I wanted to send you with 
Some eggs to the Grove, and now you are not fit 
to be seen.” This was a severe disappointment to 
Honor, for an errand to the Grove was one of her 
greatest pleasures: the lady who lived there was 
very kind to her, and frequently gave her apples 
for her little brothers, or books for herself, and 
sometimes when she was busy in her garden, she 
would let Honor assist her in weeding, &c., tellin g 
her meanwhile the names and properties of the 
plants and flowers, The thought that she had lost 
the chance of such pleasure through her own gid- 
diness, increased Honor’s vexation, but she had 
the habit of self-command, and though she felt as 
much annoyed as Bridget did when slıe found that 
they had dined without her, no one would have 
guessed it from her face or manner. She began to 
wash her frock, saying good humouredly, “ Well, 
mother, I suppose one of the boys must go instead 
of me to-day.” When the effort of subduing ler 
vexation was over, Honor did not feel very unhap- 
py; at any rate she spoiled the comfort of no one 
else by fretting over her disappointment, and that 
was a great point. In trying to appear cheerful