“It’s such a pity, – oh! such a pity!” said Eva, looking out on the distant lake, and speaking half to herself. “What’s a pity?” said Marie. “Why, that any one, who could be a bright angel, and live with angels, should go all down, down down, and nobody help them! – oh dear!” “Well, we can’t help it; it’s no use worrying, Eva! I don’t know what’s to be done; we ought to be thankful for our own advantages.” “I hardly can be,” said Eva, “I’m so sorry to think of poor folks that haven’t any.”
