and there was a second baby to take care of --- Chester, my big boy. I delighted in making pretty clothes for my children. Such stacks of sewing and crochetting as I used to do in those days !

It was the sewing habit which showed me my second case for self-healing. One day I waked up to the fact that I had a great "Saratoga" almost filled with unfinished garments for those two blessed babies! Things cut out and rolled up ready to sew, dresses half made, garments all done but button holes --- which I was not fond of making --- little things by the score, and many of them had been there for two or three years. All at once it flashed over me that I didn't stick to things. Probably I had been told that many times, but I never realized it until that moment. I resolved to cure that forthwith, and to begin on that trunkful of garments and stick to it until the last stitch was taken. I told myself that not another new stitch should be bought until that trunk was emptied, and at it I went. It was hard work to keep at it, and it was harder still to keep from buying pretty pieces of goods and trimmings which I saw in the shop windows, but I did stick until every garment was done to the very last buttonhole. Some of the little dresses were too small for either baby, so long had they lain there, but I finished them up for other people's babies. And how happy I was when the bottom of that trunk was reached and that habit conquered. For I knew in my inmost heart that "lack of continuity" would never again trouble me. And it never has, though every phrenologist who has "read my bumps" has told me that there is only a hollow where that faculty should be.