Jackobedientlyclosedhiseyesandlistenedwhiletheboyssang\"TheSweetByandBy,\"softeningtheirroughyoungvoicesforhissaketillthemusicwasassoftasalullaby。Helaysostillhismotherthoughthewasoff,butpresentlyatearslippedoutandrolleddowntheredcheek,wettingherhandasitpassed。
\"Myblessedboy,whatisit？\"shewhispered,withatouchandatonethatonlymothershave。
Theblueeyesopenedwide,andJack\'sownsunshinysmilebrokethroughthetearsthatfilledthemashesaidwithasniff,\"EverybodyissogoodtomeIcan\'thelpmakinganoodleofmyself。
\"Youarenotanoodle！\"criedMamma,resentingtheepithet。\"Oneofthesweetthingsaboutpainandsorrowisthattheyshowushowwellweareloved,howmuchkindnessthereisintheworld,andhoweasilywecanmakeothershappyinthesamewaywhentheyneedhelpandsympathy。Don\'tforgetthat,littleson,\"
\"Don\'tseehowIcan,withyoutoshowmehowniceitis。Kissmegood—night,andthen\'I\'llbegood,asJillsays。\"