if the doctor
says you may."

At this Tiza began to cry again more piteously than ever. It seemed so
dreary and terrible to her to be shut out from home without Becky. But
Aunt Emma sat down on the grass beside her, and lifted her up and talked
to her; with anybody else Tiza would have kicked and struggled, for she
was a curious, passionate child, and her grief was always wild and
angry, but nobody could struggle with Aunt Emma, and at last she let
herself be comforted a little by the tender voice and soft caressing
hand. She stopped crying, and then they all took her up to the
Wheelers's cottage, where Mrs. Wheeler, a kind motherly body, took her
in, and promised that she should know everything there was to be known
about Becky.

"Aunt Emma," said Milly, presently, when they were all sitting in the
conservatory which ran round the house, waiting for Mr. Norton to bring
them news from the farm, "how did Becky tumble under the cart?"

"She was lifting up some hay, I think, which had fallen off, and one of
the men was stooping down to take it on his fork, and then she must have
slipped and fallen right under the cart, just as John Backhouse told the
horse to go on."

"Oh, if the wheel _had_ gone over!" said Milly, shuddering. "Isn't it a
sad birthday, Aunt Emma, and we were so happy a little while ago? And
then I can't understand. I don't know why it happens like this."

"Like what, Milly?"

"Why, Aunt Emma, always in stories, you know, it's the bad people get
hurt and die. And now it's poor little Becky that's hurt. And she's such
a dear little girl, and helps her mother so. I don't think she ought to
have been hurt."

"We don't know anything about 'oughts,' Milly, darling, you and I. God
knows, we trust, and that helps many people who love God to be patient
when they are in trouble or pain. But think if it had been poor
mischievous little Tiza who had been hurt, how she would have fretted.
And now very likely Becky will bear it beautifully, and so, without
knowing it, she will be teaching Tiza to be patient, and it will do Tiza
good to have to help Becky and take care of her for a bit, instead of
letting Becky always look after her and get her out of scrapes."

"Oh, and Aunt Emma, can't we all take care of Becky? What can Olly and I
do?" said Milly, imploringly.

"I can go and sing all my songs to Becky," said Olly, looking up
brightly.

"By-and-by, perhaps," said Aunt Emma, smiling and patting his head. "B