"But I am not jealous in that way, sir.I mean I want to be or do something splendid as well as they.I can't write poetry or sing like a bird, but I should think I might have my share of glory in some way.I thought perhaps I could paint, and I've tried, but I can only copy­I've no power to invent lovely things, and I'm so discouraged, for that is my one accomplishment.Do you think I have any gift that could be cultivated and do me credit like theirs?" she asked so wistfully that her uncle felt for a moment as if he never could forgive the fairies who endow babies in their cradles for being so niggardly to his girl.But one look into the sweet, open face before him reminded him that the good elves had been very generous and he answered cheerfully: "Yes, I do, for you have one of the best and noblest gifts a woman can possess.Music and poetry are fine things, and I don't wonder you want them, or that you envy the pleasant fame they bring.I've felt just so, and been ready to ask why it didn't please heaven to be more generous to some people, so you needn't be ashamed to tell me all about it.""I know I ought to be contented, but I'm not.My life is very comfortable, but so quiet and uneventful, I get tired of it and want to launch out as the others have, and do something, or at least try.I'm glad you think it isn't very bad of me, and I'd like to know what my gift is," said Rose, looking less despondent already.
"The art of living for others so patiently and sweetly that we enjoy it as we do the sunshine, and are not half grateful enough for the great blessing.""It is very kind of you to say so, but I think I'd like a little fun and fame nevertheless." And Rose did not look as thankful as she ought.
"Very natural, dear, but the fun and the fame do not last, while the memory of a real helper is kept green long after poetry is forgotten and music silent.Can't you believe that, and be happy?""But I do so little, nobody sees or cares, and I don't feel as if Iwas really of any use," sighed Rose, thinking of the long, dull winter, full of efforts that seemed fruitless.
"Sit here, and let us see if you really do very little and if no one cares." And, drawing her to his knee, Dr.Alec went on, telling off each item on one of the fingers of the soft hand he held.
"First, an infirm old aunt is kept very happy by the patient, cheerful care of this good-for-nothing niece.Secondly, a crotchety uncle, for whom she reads, runs, writes, and sews so willingly that he cannot get on without her.Thirdly, various relations who are helped in various ways.Fourthly, one dear friend never forgotten, and a certain cousin cheered by praise which is more to him than the loudest blast Fame could blow.Fifthly, several young girls find her an example of many good works and ways.Sixthly, a motherless baby is cared for as tenderly as if she were a little sister.
