Margaret it was terrible.

How could I mind so little! Did you see how his frock was singed ?" "Yes, papa showed it to me.

How can we be thankful enough! One thing I hope, that Aubrey was well frightened, poor little boy." "I know! I see now!" cried Ethel; "he must have wanted me to make the fire blaze up, as Richard did one evening when we came in and found it low; I remember Aubrey clapping his hands and shouting at the flame; but my head was in that unhappy story, and I never had sense to put the things together, and reflect that he would try to do it himself.

I only wanted to get him out of my way, dear little fellow.

Oh, dear, how bad it was of me! All from being uplifted, and my head turned, as it used to be when we were happier.