A half an hour yet remained to her, and of this she determined to make the most. But scarcely had she resumed her pen, when there was another disturbance in the entry. Amy had returned from walking out with the baby, and she entered the nursery with him, that she might get him to sleep. Now it happened that the only room in the house which Mrs. James could have to herself with a fire, was the one adjoining the nursery. The words which she was reading rose and fell with the screams and lulls of the child, and she felt obliged to close her book, until the storm was over.
Nothing succeeds well the first time.
I am anxious to have you try the month out faithfully, and then we will see what has come of it. The second day of trial was a stormy one. As the morning was dark, Bridget overslept, and consequently breakfast was too late by an hour. This lost hour Mrs. James could not recover. She soon found, however, that she could not fix her attention upon any intellectual pursuit.