A. L. O. E., The brother's return and other stories (1886)
“ No one is ever kind to me,—except, of course, you and my father.""We count for something," cried Mary. "But think a little longer, my lad—turn your wheel round a little faster." And the spinner suited her action to her words."Well, Tom did mend my kite this morning; I suppose that you would call that kind," observed Jemmy."Now were you not needlessly spinning black yarn instead of blue, when you thought of Tom's rough joke instead of his real act of kindness?" asked Mary."And perhaps it was kind in the gardener to give me that plant; only it's dying now," said Jemmy. ”
