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NE morning, while Addie was 
reading, papa came into the 

" I want a bag a large bag 
to hold some papers. Who will 
make it for me ? " 

"May I, papa?" said Addie, 
joyfully. " Do let me ! I will be 
BO industrious." 

" I am afraid," said mamma, 
" it will be too large a piece of 



work for you. Perhaps papa can- 
not wait long enough." 

" 0, 1 will wait for my little girl 
to do it," said he, "if you think 
she can." 

" Indeed, mamma, I think I can : 
I shall not be tired. I should so 
like to do something for papa." 

So it was settled that she should 
do it ; and her mother went to the 
drawer, where she kept pieces, to 
find a proper piece for it. She 
brought out several, and they were 
all spread out, for papa to choose 
which he would like. He was a 
long time choosing : some were too 


pretty, and some too ugly. At 
last he iixed upon a piece Addie 
thought beautiful ; it was full of 
roses and rosebuds. She was quite 
pleased, and they all said they 
thought it would make a very 
pretty bag. 

Mamma said ** it was too pretty 
to put dusty papers in ; " but Ad- 
die thought " nothing could be too 
pretty for papa." 

When they had settled it, Addie 
went on with her reading, and 
mamma fixed and prepared the 
work very nicely. 

It was a large bag, and took the 


little girl a long time to make. 
She worked an hour every day, 
and wanted to work longer; but 
her mother would not let her, be- 
cause she said she would make 
herself too tired. 

Sometimes while she was work- 
ing, papa would come in, to see 
how his bag was getting on. He 
used to say such funny things 
about it. 

One day he took it up, to look 
if it was well done ; and he said, 
" Pray, Addie, make small stitches, 
or perhaps the mice may creep 
through and eat up my papers.'* 


Addie and her. mamma laughed 
heartily at the idea of stitches 
large enough for a mouse to creep 
through ; and they both made 
papa notice what very small stitch- 
es they were, and how close they 
were together. 

They were all very merry about 
the bag, all the while it was being 

At last it was finished, and then 
papa said, " it was too handsome 
for a bag, and it would make a 
beautiful cap." 

So he put it on his head, and 
walked about with it. Then ha 


went out, and came and stood at 
the window, and pretended to be a 
stranger, and talked in some for- 
eign language, which neither Ad- 
die nor her mamma could under- 

Addie capered about the room 
with delight, exclaiming, " Funny 
papa ! funny papa ! " 

Presently mamma called out, 
" There is some company com- 

Papa ran in hastily, pulled off 
his beautiful cap, and went into 
the hall to receive his guesio. 
They were two gentlemen whom 


he had not seen for a long time. 
He was pleased to see them, but 
they could not stay long. 

While they staid, Addie sat very 
patiently waiting for their going, 
to have the string put in the bag, 
that she might carry it to her 
papa's study ; where it was to be 
filled with the papers, and hung 
up in a nice place where he could 
always see it. He had put up a 
handsome hook on purpose for it. 

When the gentlemen were gone, 
mamma put the string in the bag, 
and then she, and papa, and Ad- 
die, all went to the study. How 


pleased and proud Addie felt when 
she saw her bag filled, and hung 
up on its handsome hook ! 

" It will be really useful, will it 
not, dear papa ? " said she. 

" Yes, really very useful," said 
he, kissing her ; " I have wanted 
such a bag a long time, and I am 
very much obliged to my dear little 
girl for making it." 

Addie ran to ask her dear nurse 
to come and look " how pretty the 
bag looked," and she wad as pleased 
as the child. 

" Well, now," said papa, " that 
you have all paid you^ respects to 


my new bag, you may go and leave 
me to my books." 

So they all went away : mamma 
into the parlor, nurse into her nur- 
sery, and Addie into the garden. 

When the study door was open, 
you could see the bag ; and Addie 
often ran up stairs that day to 
peep at it. Arid, indeed, for a 
long time she always looked in if 
the door was open, when she passed 
up and down stairs. 

I think she had more pleasure 
in making that useful bag for her 
papa, than she would have had in 
a new toy, had it been ever so 


Addie's father was so well pleased 
with the industry of his little 
daughter, that he told her two 
pretty stories. One was called 


I am now going to tell you about 
a little boy named Freddy, who 
was rather greedy. 

One day his mamma gave him a 
bunch of raisins. He ran into the 
garden to eat them, though it was 
very cold, and he would have liked 
better to sit by the nursery fire. 

Why do you think he did this ? 


I will tell you : because his little 
sisters Emma and Rosy were in 
the nursery, and Freddy knew that 
if they saw the raisins, they would 
wish to have some of them ; so he 
went round and round the gravel 
walk, eating " his raisins as fast as 
he could, because he felt cold, and 
wished to make haste in to the 
nursery fire, which he knew was 
blazing brightly, because he could 
see the nursery window looking 
quite red with its light. 

At last he had eaten them all. 
So he went in almost crying 
with the cold, for his hands and 


cheeks smarted. The fire soon 
made him warm, and his little sis- 
ters began to play with him, so 
that presently he was very happy. 
Now I want you to remember 
that he was not happy while he 
was cold in the garden, even 
though his mouth was full of 
sweet raisins, for he was almost 
ready to cry, and he made great 
haste to eat his raisins, that he 
might go in. Freddy was rather 
greedy, so he thought he must be 
happy with something nice in his 
inouth; but you see he was not 
happy, for we are never happy if 


we are almost crying ; and if he 
had been happy, he would not 
have been in such a hurry to get 
in doors. But he did not think 
about this, and the next day, when 
mamma gave each of the children 
a piece of cake, he went out of the 
nursery again, to eat it alone ; first 
lie went in the bedroom, but he 
heard Rosy coming, so he ran into 
a great closet, and ate up his cake. 
As he came out of the closet, 
mamma came into the room. She 
said, " Why have you been in that 
dark closet ? " 

Freddy was rather ashamed to tell 


her, but as he could not be so 
wicked as to tell a story, he said, 
* 4 To eat ray cake." 

Mamma said, " Why did you not 
eat it iu the nursery ? " 

" Because I heard Rosy and Em- 
ma giving some of their cake to 
nurse, and I thought nurse would 
want some of mine." 

Mamma was very sorry to find 
her little boy so greedy, and she 
told him that he would find him- 
self much happier if he did not 
care so much about nice things. 
Freddy could scarcely believe this ; 
but he knew his mamma always 


spoke the truth, so he said he 
would try to care less for nice 
things, and to give some away now 
and then. 

Mamma said she would advise 
him always to give part of every- 
thing he had to his sisters ; and 
she went into the nursery, and 
told the little girls always to give 
part of their nice things to Freddy. 
Then she gave them all some rai- 
sins, and told them to play with 
them all together. 

When mamma was gone, nurse 
took out a little box of dolls' plates 
and dishes, and said the children 


might have them to play with. 
This pleased them all very much. 
Soon they began to play at ladies 
and gentlemen having dinner, and 
afterwards Rosy pretended to be. ill, 
while Emma was the mamma, and 
Freddy the doctor, who gave her 
the medicine. I suppose you know 
that the medicine was really little 
bits of raisin. At first Freddy was 
very angry, because Rosy would 
pretend to be ill so long, that she 
wanted a great deal of medicine ; 
and he was angry too with Emma 
for taking a very large dinner, 
while she was pretending to be the 


mamma, because she said she wag 
so tired with nursing her ill daugh- 
ter ; but soon he was so much 
amused with the play, that he did 
not think about the raisins. 

The play was very funny ; for 
Emma pretended to carry Rosy 
like a baby, to show her to the 
doctor (you remember Freddy was 
the doctor), and just as she was 
holding her out for the doctor to 
see, Rosy moved, and made Emma 
tumble down off the stool, where 
she was standing. 

Freddy said, " 0, madam, I am 
very sorry to see you fall down 1 " 


And he was going to pick her 
and Rosy up, but Rosy pulled his 
foot and made him fall too ; so 
they all rolled on the ground, 
mamma, and baby, and doctor. 
This made them all laugh so loud- 
ly that mamma came to see what 
the noise was about. 

She was very much pleased to 
see them so happy, and said, 
" Why, Freddy, what is making 
you so happy?" 

Freddy said, " The raisins, man> 

Mamma said, " Xo, dear, it is 
the funny play, I think." 


Now which do you think was 
right ? ( will tell you a little more 
about Freddy, then you will see. 

Every time Freddy had some- 
thing nice, he gave a part to his 
sisters, not because he wished to 
do so, but because his mamma had 
told him. He generally liked best 
to give it them in some funny play, 
as he had done with the raisins, 
then they all enjoyed themselves 
very much. 

One wet day, when the children 
could not take a walk, and mamma 
was busy with some ladies down 
stairs, Freddy, and Emma, and 


Rosy had played with all their 
toys till they were tired. At last 
Emina said, " Let us play at ladies 
and gentlemen. Nurse, do get us 
some cake, or something nice, and 
let us have the box of plates and 

Nurse said she would see what 
she could do, and she went down 
stairs. Soon she came up again, 
and said cook had no cake, nor 
anything nice, but she had brought 
them a little bread, because that 
would do just as well as cake to 
play with. 

Freddy said, " 0, but we are not 


hungry ; we do not want bread, 
we want something sweet ! " 

Still, as they could not get any- 
thing better, they began to play 
with the bread. 

This time Freddy was a police- 
man, and* Emma a baker, selling 
bread. Rosy pretended to be a 
thief, and she came in very softly, 
and took away a loaf (the loaves 
were little pieces of bread cut out 
with nurse's best silver thimble), 
then all at once, as she was begin- 
ning to eat it, Freddy came from 
behind the door, and Emma said, 
" Policeman, take tiiat thief! " and 


they both ran after Rosy. They 
generally caught Rosy before she 
could eat the bread, and took her 
to prison. The prison was the 
baby's cradle, and nurse was the 
man who kept the prison. Once, 
when they ran after Rosy, she 
slipped away somewhere, all at 
once, and the policeman and baker 
could not find her. They looked 
all over the nursery, and the land- 
ing, and the bedrooms, but they 
could not see her ; so at last they 
sat on one of the beds to think 
where she could be. 

All at once Rosy squeaked out, 


4< 0, 0, policeman, you will kill 
me ! " and out popped her head 
from under the blankets. She 
jumped up in a minute, laughing 
with all her might. The baker 
said, " Catch the thief, policeman ! " 
but the policeman got his foot en- 
tangled in the blanket and tumbled 
down. Then Emma began to laugh 
too, and the thief ran to the shop 
and took all the bread ; so they all 
laughed^ and called out, " Stop 
thief!" Freddy soon got up and 
ran laughing across the landing, 
when he fell against mamma, who 
was just going into the nursery. 


She said, " Why, Freddy, what 
makes you so happy ? " 

Freddy stopped a minute, then 
he said, " Why, it must bo the 
play, for we have no raisins to 

So mamma said, " Now tell me 
which is best, then, play without 
raisins, or raisins without play ? " 

Freddy remembered the raisins 
in the garden, and he knew he was 
not so happy while he was only eat- 
ing them alone, as he was just now, 
being the policeman, and running 
after Rosy. So he said, " Play, 
without raisins, is the best." 


Then mamma kissed him, and 
said, " I have brought you some 
raisins now." 

Freddy felt very glad his sisters 
were with him, and he called out, 
" Come, Emma and Rosy, here are 
some raisins ; let us play with 
them. I like nothing so much 
now as having a nice game with 
my sweet things." And the three 
children soon filled the nursery 
with their happy laughing. 

Now which Was right, mamma 
or Freddy, about what it was that 
made him happy? 


When he had finished the story, 
he asked Addie if she wished to 
hear another. 

" 0, yes, papa/' said Addie. 

"Well, then, I will tell you 


Mary and Ellen were sisters, and 
they loved each other very much ; 
yet they often quarrelled. Their 
mamma was dead, and their papa 
had found a kind nurse to take 
care of them. This good nurse 
was very sorry to see her two little 


girls quarrel so often, and she used 
sometimes to punish them by mak- 
ing them sit in different rooms ; 
because she thought, as they loved 
each other, they would soon wish 
to be together again, and then be 

more careful to play happily. 

They always asked nurse to for- 
give them, and promised not to 
quarrel any more, if they might 
play together again. But they 
were almost sure to forget their 
premise in less than half an hour ; 
and this made poor nurse quite 

You must not think that Mary 


and Ellen ever beat each other, or 
tried to hurt each other, in any 
way ; they were not so naughty as 
that, but they always wished to do 
as they liked, and never gave up 
their own wishes for the sake of 
pleasing each other. I will tell 
you all about one evening they 
passed in the drawing-room, with 
their papa ; then you will see what 
I mean. 

After nurse had washed their 
faces, and taken off their pinafores, 
they walked down stairs, taking 
hold of each other's hands. Mary 
could walk down faster than Ellen, 


because she was the oldest ; so she 
went as fast as she could. 

Little Ellen said, " 0, take care, 
Mary, you will pull me down ! " 

Mary did not stop, but pulled 
Ellen on, and said, " Make haste, 
then ! " 

She did not mean to hurt Ellen, 
but she thought it funny to pull 
her. So as little Ellen could not 
make more haste, her foot slipped, 
and she fell down. Papa came 
running out to see what was the 

Mary said, "Ellen would not 
make haste, so when I did, it 


pulled her down ; but I am sorry 
I hurt her." 

Mary was sorry, but she did not 
think how wrong it was of her to 
go on doing what Ellen asked her 
not to do. Papa kissed Ellen's 
knee, and made it well ; then they 
all went into the drawing-room. 

There was a large velvet stool 
before the fire ; both the little girls 
were fond of sitting on this, be- 
cause it was a soft and warm place. 
So Ellen made haste to get away 
from her papa, that she might run 
to it ; but Mary reached it first, and 
sat down. Then Ellen cried, and 


papa asked Mary to let Ellen have 
it, because her knee had been sore ; 
but Mary said, " It is not sore 
now ; " and she almost cried too, 
lest papa should make her give the 
stool to Ellen. So when papa saw 
that both the little girls were un- 
happy about the stool, he thought 
it would do best to put it quite 
away, and he told them, to sit on 
the rug. 

Then papa took out a paper from 
his pocket, and what do you think 
was in it? A barking dog for 
Mary, and a trumpet for Ellen. 
These pretty toys ought to havo 


made them very happy ; so they 
did, for a few minutes, but soon 
Ellen wanted Mary's dog. 

Mary cried out, " 0, no, you will 
break it ! " and she held it up over 
her head, so that Ellen might not 
be able to reach it. 

When little Ellen saw this, she 
wished to show that she was tall 
enough to reach it, even there ; so 
she stood on her toes, and caught 
hold of it all at once, when Mary 
did not know what she was going 
to do. This made the dog fall 
down, and the fall broke off the 
dog's head. Now Ellen was very 


sorry, and said Mary might have the 
trumpet ; but Mary only cried, and 
said she liked the dog best. Ellen 
felt so unhappy at having broken 
the dog, that she did not care 
about blowing her trumpet; so she 
began to break it open to see what 
was inside. Papa was angry with 
her for doing this, and threw the 
trumpet in the fire. So you see 
they did not let the toys make 
them very happy. 

After this, papa played at throw- 
ing them up ; first Mary, then 
Ellen, then Mary, then Ellen ; 
over and over again. This was 


very funny, and they were very 
happy, till they began both to try 
if they could not get two throws 
at once, instead of each one wait- 
ing for her turn. So when Mary 
had been thrown, Ellen ran to 
papa, but Mary ran too ; then their 
two heads knocked together, and 
they began to cry. Papa kissed 
them and made them well, once or 
twice ; but when they again both 
pushed towards him at once, and 
knocked each other, and began to 
cry, poor papa grew quite tired of 
his troublesome little girls, and he 
rang for nurse to take them away. 


This evening that I have told 
you about was very much like all 
their evenings. Would you not 
have thought that two little girls 
who loved each other, and had a 
kind papa, and a good nurse, and 
nice new toys, and games of being 
thrown up, must have been very 
happy ? Yet you see they were 
often crying, and they were scarcely 
ever quite merry. They used often 
to wonder how it was that they 
were so often unhappy ; but they 
never found out till the summer 

Then their aunt invited them to 


stay at her house for several weeks. 
Directly they went there they saw 
that all the little girls and boys 
seemed to enjoy themselves all 
day long, and yet they had not 
many toys, and were always made 
to do what their mamma and their 
nurses told them. You remember 
that Mary was older than Ellen, so 
she began to think a great deal 
about this, and at last, one day, 
she thought she would watch and 
see what it was that her cousins 
did to make themselves so happy. 
So she sat in the corner of the 
nursery with a book on her knee, 


but looked at what they were 

Robert and Carrie were playing 
with the cat. Baby ran up to them 
all at once, and said, " I want it." 
Instead of holding the cat over his 
head, or running away with it, 
which would have been sure to 
make baby cry, Robert said, 
kindly, u No, baby, pussy would 
scratch you." 

Still baby cried, " I want it ! " 

Then Robert said, " Find a toy 
for baby, Carrie ; " and Carrie ran 
to find a toy. 

While she was doing so, Robeit 


held pussy for baby to stroke. 
Carrie soon came with baby's cart 
full of bricks. Baby ran to the 
cart, and Robert and Carrie played 
happily with the cat again. 

Then Mary saw how much bet- 
ter that was than snatching pussy 
away without finding something 
else for baby ; for if they had made 
baby cry for the cat, Mary was al- 
most sure that nurse would have 
put it out of the room, so that 
there could be no quarrelling 
about it. 

Then she looked a little more, 
to see how they made themselves 


so happy. Just then pussy jumped 
away on to a high shelf. Robert 
was going to reach his hand up for 
her, but Carrie said, " Let nie take 
her," and stepped on a chair. 
When she saw Robert's hand put 
out, she stopped, and said, " 0, 
never niind, you may ! " 

But Robert said, " 0, no, Carrie, 
not if you wish to do it ; take her 
yourself, dear! " 

Then Carrie did, and pussy 
jumped and purred on her shoul- 
der; so Carrie was happy with 
pussy, and Robert was pleased that 
he had made Carrie happy. If 


they had quarrelled, most likely 
pussy would have jumped down 
while they were quarrelling ; or 
even if one had taken her, it 
would have made both of them cross 
and unhappy. Mary thought of 
all this, and still went on looking 
at her two happy little cousins. 

While she was looking, a servant 
came in and said, " Your mamma 
wants one of you to help to pick 
up the weeds in the strawberry 
bed. Which of you will go ? " 

Both said, " I will." 

Then the servant said, " You can 
not both go ; which shall I take ? " 


Now, thought Mary, they will 
be sure to quarrel, and very likely 
they will both cry, just as Ellen 
and I would ; then the servant will 
not take either of them. But you 
will see that Mary made a mistake. 

Robert said, " Well, Carrie, you 
may go." 

Carrie said, " I should like it 
very much ; but still I know you 
would like it too." 

Then they talked together a little 
while, and at last they said that as 
Carrie had been out for a walk 
with mamma in the morning, when 
Robert staid at home, Robert ought 


to be with her now. Then Robert 
went smiling down stairs, and Car- 
rie seemed very happy too. 

Now Mary thought how much 
better this was, because, if they 
had cried and quarrelled ever so 
much, only one could have gone, 
and both would have been unhappy 
with crying. Robert went very 
happily, because Carrie let him go 
kindly ; he would not have gone 
half so happily, if he had left 
his sister crying, and calling him 

After a few minutes, Mary went 
up to Carrie, and said, " How is it 


that you and Robert never quarrel ? 
Ellen and I cannot help it, even 
about very little things. I am sure 
we should have made baby cry 
about the cat ; and we should have 
quarrelled about which was to take 
her down from the shelf; and I am 
quite certain we should have qua' 
relied and cried very much aboi 
which was to weed the strawberr 

Then Carrie said, " It would 
have been very silly of us to quai- 
rel, because we should have lost air 
the treats ; and even if we did not 
lose them, we should have been 


unhappy. Do you not find that 
you and Ellen are unhappy, even 
if you get the treat you quarrel 
about ? " 

Mary said, " Yes, indeed we 
do ; " and she told Carrie how 
they had both lost the velvet stool, 
because they had cried for it ; and 
how unhappy even the toys made 
them; and how they lost papa's 
throws, because they quarrelled 
about them. Then she asked Car- 
rie if Robert and she were always 
kind to each other, only lest they 
should lose all their treats ? 

Carrie said, " 0, no, that is not 


why we are kind to each other. 
It is because mamma tells us that 
God loves little girls and boys who 
are kind and gentle; and when 
God loves people, he almost always 
makes them happy. So, while we 
are trying to be kind, we cannot 
help making ourselves happy, even 
though we are only thinking of 
making each other happy; be- 
cause, if we think about each 
other, then we feel happy our- 
selves ; for God makes us happy. 
So when there is a treat that we 
cannot both have, one has it this 
time, and the other next time; 


that is much better than quarrel- 
ling. I think that is what all little 
children do, if they love God." 

Then Mary said, " But I am 
afraid that I do not love God ; 
I will ask him to make me love 

Carrie said, " Yes, do ; but 
when you have asked God to make 
you love him, be sure you try 
directly afterwards to be good. I 
really do think, Mary dear, that 
nothing makes people love God so 
much as trying to be good. At 
least, little children like you and 
me. You cannot think how I 


love Him when I have been good 
all day!" 

Mary kissed Carrie for telling 
her all this ; and she made up her 
mind that she would now always 
think about making Ellen happy, 
instead of trying to get all the 
treats for herself. 1 will not tell 
you about all the times that she 
forgot to be kind and gentle, be- 
cause even if I do not tell you, you 
can tell quite well how it was that 
whenever she said to Ellen, " Now 
you shall not," Ellen said, " Yes, I 
will ; " and whenever she said, 
" You naughty girl, I do not love 


you ! " Ellen said, u I do not love 
you either ! " 

But all this is very sad ; and I 
will make haste to tell you that 
when Mary always remembered to 
say, " No, Ellen dear, do not do 
that ! it makes me unhappy ; " and 
when she said, u You shall have it 
it, dear ! " Ellen soon left off an- 
swering unkindly, and began to 
say, " No, Mary dear, 1 will not 
always have the treats ; you have 
this one." 

And so, before another summer 
came, papa could let them be with 
him all the while he dug in the 


garden ; and nurse could give 
them all sorts of pretty toys, with- 
out being afraid they would break 
them. And when the winter 
came on, papa could keep them 
down in the drawing-room, and let 
them have the velvet stool, all the 
evening, while he was reading. 
So was it not a good thing that 
they learned to try and make each 
other happy, instead of quarrel- 
ling ? 



Lydia Norton was a little girl 
just five years old, always smiling 
and good-tempered. She had noth- 
ing to make her unhappy ; for she 
had a kind mother, who took pains 
to teach her what was right, and 
to be obedient, kind, and attentive 
to those about her. She always 
tried to please other people ; and 
so every one loved her. 'Tis true, 
she had her faults, like other chil- 
dren ; but she never concealed 
them by telling untruths. She 
had been taught that God hates 


lying lips, but they that deal truly 
are his delight. Lydia Norton 
would rather be punished for her 
faults than try to hide them by 
a lie. 

When she had done wrong, she 
would come at once and own it, 
and ask forgiveness ; for she knew 
that children are almost always 
found out. 

And he that does one fault at first, 
And lies to hide it, makes it two. 

If Lydia had broken a cup, or 
torn her frock, or spoken improp- 
erly to her elder sister or brother, 


she would go at once and con- 
fess it to her mother. She looked 
timid and ashamed, most likely, 
but she knew her mother was her 
best friend, and that her reproofs 
would be given in love. If she 
had been guilty of any greater 
faults, she did not deny them, when 
she was asked about them, nor did 
she ever try to make any excuses. 
No one ever had cause to doubt a 
word that Lydia said. How agree- 
able it is when children can be 

One fine day in autumn, Mrs. 
Norton went to the country to 


spend a week with Lydia's aunt, 
who had a little girl, rather older, 
called Fanny. The children had 
as much fruit after dinner as was 
good for them, and then they were 
left to play in the garden. Fanny 
was selfish and deceitful. Not con- 
tent with the indulgences allowed 
her, she took Lydia down a shady 
lane to eat some blackberries, and 
they returned to the house with 
their hands and faces quite stained ; 
but they did not know it. 

Fanny came in first. " Where 
have you been, my child ? " asked 
her mother. " In the garden." 


" Nowhere else ? " " No, mother." 
"Now, Fanny, speak the truth; 
remember, my dear child, God can 
see you. He knows all that is 
in your heart; and if you tell a 
falsehood, I cannot pass it over.'* 
" Mother, I have not been out of 
the garden ; indeed I have not." 
But as Fanny said these words, she 
became quite red. Her mother 
took her to a looking-glass ; she 
pointed to her mouth and her 
fingers, and Fanny could only 
hang down her head and cry. Her 
mother shut her up by herself in a 
closet, close to the parlor, so that 
she could hear all that passed. 


Just then her little playfellow 
came in. " Mother," said Lydia, 
as Mrs. Norton took her on her 
knee, " I have been down the lane 
to eat some blackberries." " My 
dear, you ' should not have gone 
without my leave ; and, most like- 
ly, you will suffer for being greedy 
and eating more fruit than is proper 
for you." " I am sorry, mother. 
I hope you will forgive me, and I 
will try never to go out again with- 
out your leave." 

Observe. Lydia was really sorry 
for her own fault ; she did not lay 
the blame on her companion, who 


had tempted her, and who was 
older than herself. She did not 
even mention Fanny. 

The little girls were both taken 
ill ; but they behaved very differ- 
ently. Fanny gave a great deal 
of needless trouble to her friends ; 
Lydia tried to think of others 
rather than herself. This differ- 
ence is often seen. Sly, deceitful 
children do not fear doing wrong, 
because they hope to conceal it. 
Good and sincere children, on the 
contrary, cannot bear to conceal 
the mischief they have done.