'
'I know you would never hurt anybody's feelings, if you could help
it, Mrs. Winship,' Laura answered, with a hint of coldness in her
voice, 'though I can't help thinking that you are a little hard on
poor Jessie; but, even then, one can surely like a person without
wishing to do the very same things she does.'
'Yes, that is true,' said Mrs. Winship, gravely. 'But one cannot
constantly justify a wrong action in another without having one's own
standard unconsciously lowered. What we continually excuse in other
people we should be inclined by and by to excuse in ourselves. Let
us choose our friends as wisely as possible, and love them dearly,
helping them to grow worthier of our love at the same time we are
trying to grow worthier of theirs; because "we live by admiration,
hope, and love," you know, but not by admiring and loving the wrong
things.
'But there is the horn, and I hear the boys. Let us come to
luncheon, and tell our good news of Elsie.'
[Music follows]
With incredible energy.
The horn! The horn! The lus-ty, lus-ty horn! 'Tis
not a thing to laugh to scorn, A thing to laugh to scorn!
Long before the boys appeared in sight, their voices rang through the
canyon in a chorus that woke the echoes, and presently they came into
view, bearing two quarters and a saddle of freshly killed mutton,
hanging from a leafy branch swung between Jack's sturdy shoulder and
Geoff's.
'A splendid "still hunt" this morning, Aunt Truth!' exclaimed Jack.
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