My poor old aunt, whom you have seen, the kindest, goodest creature to me when I was at school; who used to toddle there to bring me good things, when I, schoolboy-like, only despised her for it, and used to be ashamed to see her come and sit herself down on the old coal-hole steps as you went into the old grammar-school, and open her apron, and bring out her basin, with some nice thing she had caused to be saved for me, the good old creature is now lying on her death-bed.
And it was not a question as to "which would be good to him," observed Major Belwether, with his misleading and benevolent mirth; "it was, which would be goodest quickest!" And Mrs. Mortimer, abandoning Captain Voucher by the same token, displayed certain warning notices perfectly comprehensive to her husband. And at first he was inclined to recognise defeat.
"Papa says," Grizzel repeated, "that Australian people ought to be the goodest people in the world, because there is a beautiful Cross always shining in the sky to remind us of the Beloved Son, like the rainbow, so that we should never forget. But I do. Nothing in the world seems to keep me from forgetting to be good just when I most want to remember."
"Not till next year, in the autumn. September." "Oh, you good goodest Mummy!" He clutched her in an ecstasy of relief. For him a year's respite was a lifetime. For her it would pass like a watch in the night. "Thou knowest how, alike, to give and take gentleness in due season ... the noble temper of thy sires shineth forth in thee."
I did so want to be the goodest of you all, and I thought that I'd get sugar-plums and perhaps pennies. And I thought she'd let me tell her when you was all bad. Oh, I hate her now! I don't think I care to be took out of the nursery if she's about." "You certainly are a caution, Penny," said Verena. "It is well that you have told us what your motives are.
"Now, you are the very goodest child," exclaimed Polly, down on her knees by Grandpapa's side, cuddling Phronsie's toes, "the very most splendid one in all this world, Phronsie Pepper." "And you'll be all well, Grandpapa?" asked Phronsie, anxiously. "Yes, child," said old Mr. King, kissing her wet face; "just as well as I can be, since you are all right."
"Oh, mamsie!" cried Polly, ignoring for a moment the delights of the finished shoe to fling her arms around her mother's neck and give her a good hug. "You're just the splendidest, goodest mamsie in all the world. And I'm a hateful, cross old bear, so I am!" she cried remorsefully, buttoning herself into her boots.
Elizabeth nodded; but she could not allow the ministry to be belittled. "My father was nearly a minister once, but he said he wasn't good enough, and he's the very, very goodest man that ever lived." "It'll be easy to be good when we're grown up," said Charles Stuart. "Oh, yes, ever so easy," said Elizabeth comfortably. "And, say Lizzie." "What?" Charles Stuart was looking embarrassed again.
"I'm sure you couldn't be horrid," and Patty smiled at her, "but all the same I don't believe you can be very, VERY good." "Oh, yes, I can; the goodest thing you ever saw! Now watch me," and sure enough during the rest of Patty's stay, Beatrice was as charming and delightful a companion as any one you'd wish to see.
"Yes, love," was the unhesitating reply; and the lady stooped to kiss the sweet lips of her child. "Eddy must be a good boy, and mind nurse while mamma is away," she added. "I'll be so good," replied Eddy, with all the earnestness of a childish purpose. "You may ask nurse when you come home, if I have not been the goodest little boy that ever was." Mrs.