Poor Asaph saw it as soon as she. And the great big tears would come to his manly eyes. He bent his head down on his mother's shoulder, and the hot drops fell on her cheek. She kissed the poor boy, and told him she should never mind. It would pour quite as well, and she should use it every morning. She knew how many months of his allowance had gone for this coffee-pot. She remembered how much she had been pleased with Mrs. Henry's; and she praised Asaph for remembering that so well.
"This is the joy of the present," she said, "that my boy watches his mother's wishes, and that he thinks of her. A chip more or less off the nose of the coffee-pot is nothing."
And Asaph would not cheat the others out of their "good time." And he pretended to be soothed. But, all the same, there was a great lump in his throat almost all that day.

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