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 she came to the confectionaries, she could not help stopping. But she did not yield to the temptation; she did not spend her money in them. When she saw fine strawberries, she said to herself, “I can gather them in our own pasture next year;” when she looked upon the nice peaches, cherries, and plums, which stood in tempting array behind their crystal barriers, she said again, “I will do without them this summer;” and when apples, pears, and nuts, were offered to her for sale, she thought that she would eat none of them till she went home. But she felt that the only safe place for her earnings was the savings’ bank, and there they were regularly deposited, that it might be out of her power to indulge in momentary whims. She gratified no feeling but a newly-awakened desire for mental improvement, and spent her leisure hours in reading useful books.

Abby’s year was one of perpetual self-contest and self-denial; but it was by no means one of unmitigated misery. The ruling desire of years was not to be conquered by the resolution of a moment; but when the contest was over, there was for her the triumph of victory. If the battle was sometimes desperate, there was so much more merit in being conqueror. One Sabbath was spent in tears, because Judith Slater did not wish her to attend their meeting with such a dowdy bonnet; and another fellow-boarder thought her gown must have been made in “the year one.” The colour mounted to her cheeks, and the lightning flashed from her eyes, when asked if she had “just come down;” and she felt as though she should be glad to be away from them all, when she heard their sly innuendoes about “bush-whackers.” Still she remained unshaken. It is but for a year, said she to herself, and the time and money that my father thought I should spend in folly shall be devoted to a better purpose.

At the close of a pleasant April day, Mr. Atkins sat at his kitchen fireside, with Charley upon his knee. “Wife,” said he to Mrs. Atkins, who was busily preparing the evening meal, “is it not a year since Abby left home?”