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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Proud and Lazy + A Story for Little Folks + +Author: Oliver Optic + +Release Date: January 24, 2008 [EBook #24415] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PROUD AND LAZY *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Suzan Flanagan, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='tn'> +<p><br /></p> +<table border="2" class="bbox" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="2" summary="Transcriber's Note"> +<tr><td align='center'><h3>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE</h3> + +<p>Corrections are noted with <ins title="like this">popups</ins> underlined in red.</p> +</td></tr></table></div> + +<p><br /></p> +<hr /> + +<h3><span class="u">The Riverdale Stories</span></h3> + +<h1>PROUD AND LAZY</h1> + +<h3>A STORY FOR LITTLE FOLKS</h3> + +<h4>BY</h4> + +<h3>OLIVER OPTIC</h3> + +<p class="center">AUTHOR OF "THE BOAT CLUB," "ALL ABOARD," "NOW OR NEVER,"<br /> +"TRY AGAIN," "POOR AND PROUD," "THE WOODVILLE<br /> +STORIES," ETC., ETC.</p> + +<hr class="fm" /> + + +<p class="center">NEW YORK<br /> +HURST & COMPANY +PUBLISHERS</p> + +<div class="text"> +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> +<h2>PROUD AND LAZY.</h2> + +<h3>I.</h3> + + +<p>Tommy Woggs was a funny little boy. +He was very proud and very lazy. He +seemed to think he was a great man, and +that other people lived only to serve and +obey him.</p> + +<p>None of the boys and girls liked him, +because he used to order them round, and +because he thought himself so much better +than they were.</p> + +<p>Tommy's father was a doctor, and a rich +man. He could afford to have servants to +wait upon his son, but he was not quite +rich enough to spoil the child by letting +him do as he pleased.</p> + +<p>There are some things that wealth cannot +purchase. It will not buy wisdom, for all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +the money in the world would not teach a +person even to perform a simple question +in arithmetic.</p> + +<p>It will not buy the love and respect of +others. Many rich men are hated and +despised by nearly all who know them.</p> + +<p>So Tommy's father could not buy an +education for his son, nor would wealth +win for him the esteem of his companions. +He must study like the children of poor +people if he wanted to be wise; and he +must treat them well, in order to obtain +their good will.</p> + +<p>Tommy did not like to study, and he did +like to command others. He wished every +body to think that he was better than they, +because he had been to New York, and +because his father was rich.</p> + +<p>Children are just like men and women. +They always find out the really good boys +and girls, and love and respect them. And<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> +they never think much of those who think +too much of themselves.</p> + +<p>When Tommy was eight years old, his +father sent him to the village school. It +was a public school, and it was the best in +the town. He had learned his letters at +home, and was able to read a very little.</p> + +<p>At first he was pleased with the idea of +going to school, and did not even tell his +mother he would not go. He was very apt +to say he would not do anything, when he +was told to do it.</p> + +<p>I am sorry to add that his parents were +very much to blame, for he was an only +child, and they did not like to cross him. +They did not make him "mind," as all +good parents ought to do, and as all good +children are willing to do. He used to have +his own way; and when he went to school, +he hardly knew what it was to obey.</p> + +<p>Miss Dale, the teacher, gave him a good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +seat, when he first went to school, and spoke +very kindly to him. For two or three days +he got along quite well. It was a new thing +to him, and he was pleased with the school +and the teacher.</p> + +<p>But in a little while he was tired of the +place, and of the teacher, and he had yet +to learn that he could not always have his +own way.</p> + +<p>On the fourth day of his school-life, when +Miss Dale called him up to read, he made +up his mind that he would not read.</p> + +<p>"I don't want to read," said he.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you don't, Thomas. Do you +know what your father sends you to school +for?" replied Miss Dale.</p> + +<p>"No, I don't."</p> + +<p>"You must not speak so to me. Come +here."</p> + +<p>"I won't."</p> + +<p>"Don't be naughty, Thomas. I asked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +you to come to me."</p> + +<p>"I won't."</p> + +<p>"If you won't come, I shall bring you."</p> + +<p>Tommy didn't exactly know what to make +of this; but the teacher did not give him +much time to think about it, for she took +him by the collar of his coat, and, in spite of +his kicking and screaming, dragged him up +to the desk.</p> + +<p>"Now, stand there, Thomas; and if you +are a good boy, and obey me, I will not hurt +you at all."</p> + +<p>"I won't be a good boy," growled +Tommy; and when Miss Dale let go of him, +he threw himself on the floor and began to +kick and scream as though he had been mad.</p> + +<p>The teacher opened her desk, and took +out a little stick. Tommy did not like the +looks of the stick, but he kept on kicking +and screaming.</p> + +<p>"Get up, Thomas," said Miss Dale.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I won't," screamed Tommy, very loud.</p> + +<p>"Won't you?"</p> + +<p>"No, I won't."</p> + +<p>"Then I shall whip you."</p> + +<p>"No, you won't," yelled Tommy.</p> + +<p>But he was mistaken. Miss Dale would +and did whip him, till he was glad to get +up. He found the little stick was a thing +not to be trifled with, for it made him smart +so he could not bear the pain.</p> + +<p>"I'm going home," said Tommy.</p> + +<p>"Not yet, Thomas."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I will."</p> + +<p>"I think not. Now, pick up your book, +and be a good boy."</p> + +<p>"I won't."</p> + +<p>Then a smart cut of the stick upon one of +his legs made him scream with pain again.</p> + +<p>"Pick up your book, now, Thomas."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell my mother of you," snarled<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +Tommy, as he picked up the book.</p> + +<p>"You may, if you choose. Now open your +book."</p> + +<p>He did not mind, and again he felt the +terrible stick, which caused him to obey.</p> + +<p>"Now, Thomas," said Miss Dale, as she +put the stick in the desk, "when I tell you +to do anything, you must obey me."</p> + +<p>"I won't, either."</p> + +<p>"You must not say you won't to me."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I will."</p> + +<p>The teacher opened the desk and took out +the stick again.</p> + +<p>"Will you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I will."</p> + +<p>Tommy felt the stick once more; and this +time blow followed blow till Tommy, of his +own accord, promised not to use the naughty +words again.</p> + +<p>"Now, Thomas, if you will be a good boy +you will not have any more trouble. You<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +must do what I tell you to do, and not be +saucy to me."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell my mother of you. She don't +whip me," muttered Tommy.</p> + +<p>"You may tell your mother, and if she +does not wish you to mind, she must not +send you here. But I think she wants you +to be a good boy, obey your teacher, and +get your lessons."</p> + +<p>"No, she don't," said Tommy, who was +not quite willing to be good yet.</p> + +<p>"Well, it does not make any difference +whether she does or not; you must mind all +I say if you come to school here."</p> + +<p>Miss Dale then heard him read; but he did +not do very well. He was thinking all the +time what he could do that was naughty; +but as he kept one eye on the little stick, he +did not venture again to disobey or to be +saucy.</p> + +<p>When he went home that day he told his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +mother he was not going to school any more; +and perhaps she would have let him have +his own way. But his father, when he heard +what Miss Dale had done, said he was glad +she had made him mind, and that he should +go to school in the afternoon.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill-011tn.jpg" width="400" height="362" alt="Tommy makes a mistake." title="Tommy makes a mistake." /> +<span class="caption">Tommy makes a mistake.</span> +</div> + +<p>To make the matter sure, Dr. Woggs went +to school with him himself, and told the +teacher to make a good boy of him, if she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +could, and above all things to make him +obey her. So Tommy got the worst of it, +after all.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-013tn.jpg" width="400" height="397" alt="Tommy and his Father." title="Tommy and his Father." /> +<span class="caption">Tommy and his Father.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> +<h3>II.</h3> + + +<p>Tommy Woggs learned to obey while he +was in school. That little stick produced a +great change in him; but after the first +week, Miss Dale did not have occasion to +use it again.</p> + +<p>He found that he must mind, and he had +sense sufficient to see that it was just as +easy to obey before he was whipped, or even +scolded, as it was afterwards.</p> + +<p>It was the next year after Tommy began +to go to school that he went to New +York. It was a great thing for a little boy +like him to go away so far, and see so many +wonderful things; and his companions, for +a time, thought he was a real hero.</p> + +<p>When he came back he told ever so many +stories of what he had seen—of the fine<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +buildings in New York, of the great crowds +of people in Broadway, and the sights he +saw at the Museum.</p> + +<p>But the children soon grew tired of it, +and did not want to hear any more of +Tommy's stories. I think it quite likely +that, if Tommy had not been so smart about +it, they would have been glad to hear a great +deal more about New York.</p> + +<p>But I have another story to tell about +Tommy; and I hope it will convince all my +young readers that it is better to obey their +parents, even if they are not punished, than +it is to disregard what they tell them.</p> + +<p>I have said that Tommy was proud and +lazy. He was so proud he did not like to +mind; and so lazy that he did not like to +go to school, because he had to study there, +and learn his lessons.</p> + +<p>One fine morning in June, when the birds +were singing on all the trees, and the grass<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> +looked bright and green on the hills, Tommy +left his father's house to go to school.</p> + +<p>He did not want to go to school that day. +He told his mother it was too pleasant to be +shut up in a school room all day, and he +begged that he might be permitted to stay +at home.</p> + +<p>"No, Tommy, you must go to school. +Your father says that you must not stay at +home a single day, unless you are sick."</p> + +<p>This was about an hour before school +time, and the lazy boy sat on the door stone, +for a while, and then came back and told +his mother he did not feel very well.</p> + +<p>"What ails you, Tommy?" asked his +mother.</p> + +<p>"I'm sick."</p> + +<p>"Not very sick, I think."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I am; real sick."</p> + +<p>Just then his father came in, and heard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +his complaint.</p> + +<p>"How long have you felt sick, Tommy?" +asked his father.</p> + +<p>"Ever since I got up," replied Tommy, +placing his hand upon his stomach.</p> + +<p>"You ate your breakfast very well for +a sick boy."</p> + +<p>"I feel worse since I ate my breakfast," +said the little boy, trying very hard to look +sick.</p> + +<p>"What ails you?"</p> + +<p>"I feel sick at the stomach."</p> + +<p>"Well, I think you will feel better by and +by," added Dr. Woggs.</p> + +<p>"But I can't go to school, father."</p> + +<p>"O, you can't?" said his father, with a +smile.</p> + +<p>"I don't feel able to go."</p> + +<p>"Then you needn't go."</p> + +<p>Tommy was much pleased to find he had +gained his point; and he did not think of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +the wicked lies he had told. His father said +he might stay away from school that day, +and this was all he wanted.</p> + +<p>He had a pair of rabbits in the wood shed, +and without thinking that he was sick, he +was going out to play with them.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going, Tommy?" asked +his father.</p> + +<p>"Out in the wood shed to see my rabbits."</p> + +<p>"I thought you were sick."</p> + +<p>"So I am, father."</p> + +<p>"Then sit down on the sofa, and I will +attend to you in a moment. Do you feel +very sick?"</p> + +<p>"I'm real bad, father," replied Tommy, +quickly, for he was afraid his father would +send him to school, after all.</p> + +<p>Dr. Woggs opened a drawer in his bookcase, +and took out a little jar, filled with a +kind of yellow powder. He then asked Mrs. +Woggs to get him a little molasses in a cup,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +and a teaspoon.</p> + +<p>Tommy turned pale then, for he knew all +about that powder in the little jar.</p> + +<p>"Now, my son, we will make you well by +to-morrow, so that you will be able to go +to school again," said Dr. Woggs, as he +took the cover off the jar.</p> + +<p>Tommy began to cry, for he would rather +have taken a whipping than a dose of that +nasty, yellow powder.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, Tommy? Do you +feel worse?" asked his father.</p> + +<p>"I don't want to take any of that stuff," +whined the poor little invalid.</p> + +<p>"I know, Tommy, it isn't pleasant to +take; but when we are sick, we must take +something to keep us from getting any +worse."</p> + +<p>"I don't want to take it, father. It +always <ins title="Inserted word 'makes'">makes</ins> me a good deal sicker than I was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +before—it does indeed, father."</p> + +<p>"That's very true, my boy; but, for all +that, you must take it. We very often have +to make folks worse before they can be any +better. It always hurts to set a broken +arm or leg; but no one would think of +letting it remain unset because the operation +is painful."</p> + +<p>His mother soon came with the cup of +molasses, and Dr. Woggs put some of the +yellow powder into it, and stirred up the +mixture.</p> + +<p>"I don't want to take it, father," cried +Tommy, who was trembling with dread at +the very thought of the nasty stuff.</p> + +<p>"I can't help it, my boy. You must take +it," said the doctor, in such a tone that the +poor boy felt he must obey, or confess that +he had told a falsehood.</p> + +<p>"I can't take it, father," he groaned.</p> + +<p>"Poor boy! I know it is not good; but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> +only think how sick you are! Why, you are +so bad that you cannot go to school."</p> + +<p>"I will go to school," whined Tommy.</p> + +<p>"What! when you are sick?" asked his +father. "O, no; you must not go to school +when you are sick; it is a bad place for +sick boys. Take the medicine, stay at home +and get well."</p> + +<p>"I will go to school," repeated Tommy, +earnestly.</p> + +<p>"Not when you are sick, my son."</p> + +<p>"I'm not sick, father."</p> + +<p>"Not sick!"</p> + +<p>"No, father."</p> + +<p>"Didn't you say only a few moments since +that you were sick—real bad?"</p> + +<p>"But I am much better now; and I think +I am able to go to school."</p> + +<p>"You may be sick again, my son."</p> + +<p>"I shall not, father; I know I shall not."</p> + +<p>"I think you had better take the medicine<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> +to prevent another attack."</p> + +<p>"No, father; I wasn't sick at all," said the +little boy, very sheepishly.</p> + +<p>Dr. Woggs scolded him in a most severe +manner for the falsehood he had uttered, +and then sent him to school. He ought to +have remembered this lesson. It was the +last time that Tommy ever pretended he was +sick, as that disgusting yellow powder frequently +showed itself to his imagination.</p> + +<p>I don't think it would answer for many +parents to do as Tommy's father did; but +he was a doctor, and understood the case.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 284px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-024tn.jpg" width="284" height="400" alt="Tommy had been in New York." title="Tommy had been in New York." /> +<span class="caption">Tommy had been in New York.</span> +</div> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> +<h3>III.</h3> + + +<p>It was a beautiful morning in June when +Tommy Woggs left his home to go to school, +after the events which I have related in the +last chapter.</p> + +<p>He did not want to go to school—of course +he did not, or he would not have pretended +to be sick, that he might stay at home. The +grass looked so green, and the birds sang +so sweetly, that he wished to have a good +time with them in the fields.</p> + +<p>If he had been a good boy, and had always +done his duty in school, he would not have +felt so; and he was just as much to blame +for feeling wrong as he was for doing wrong.</p> + +<p>I have always noticed that children who +behave well, and get their lessons, like to +be in school. It is a pleasant place to them. +And doing right always makes us happy,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +wherever we are.</p> + +<p>But those who are naughty, and neglect +their duties, are always in trouble; and for +this reason they hate school. It is their +own fault, however, that they dislike it, for +if they did right, they would be happy not +only there, but everywhere else.</p> + +<p>Tommy dragged along the street like a +snail, or like a sheep led to the slaughter. +When he got about half way to the school +house, he met Joe Birch and Ben Tinker.</p> + +<p>My readers already know Joe Birch, and +know that he was a bad boy; and I suppose, +after being told that Ben Tinker was his +constant companion, they can easily guess +what kind of a boy he was. They were very +much alike, and were the leaders in all the +mischief done in Riverdale.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going, Tommy?" asked +Ben.</p> + +<p>"I am going to school," he replied, stopping<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +to talk with the two boys, who were +seated on a rock at the side of the road.</p> + +<p>"Have you got any money, Tom?" said +Joe.</p> + +<p>"No, I haven't."</p> + +<p>"'Cause, if you've got three cents about +you, I will tell you something."</p> + +<p>"What?" inquired Tommy, without +thinking of the price which the bad boy +asked for his important information.</p> + +<p>"That's telling," replied Joe, winking at +his companion.</p> + +<p>"Won't you tell me?"</p> + +<p>"Give me three cents, and I will."</p> + +<p>"I haven't got three cents; but I will give +them to you some time."</p> + +<p>"I won't trust you. Give me the money +now, and I will tell you all about it," added +Joe.</p> + +<p>"How can I give it to you when I haven't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +got it?"</p> + +<p>The two bad boys saw that he was willing +enough to pay them for what they had to +tell him, and they had only to devise a plan +by which he could raise the funds.</p> + +<p>"Are you going to school, Tom?" asked +Joe Birch.</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"What for?"</p> + +<p>"Because my father makes me go. I tried +to get off this morning. I made believe +sick; but father was going to make me take +some of his nasty physic, and I thought I'd +rather go to school than do that."</p> + +<p>"I can tell you how you can stay away +from school without taking any physic."</p> + +<p>"How?"</p> + +<p>"Give me the three cents, and I will tell +you."</p> + +<p>"I haven't them; if I had I would."</p> + +<p>"Well, I will tell you how to get them, if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +you like."</p> + +<p>"How?"</p> + +<p>"Go home to your mother, and tell her +the schoolma'am sent you home for three +cents to buy a new book."</p> + +<p>"I'll do that," replied Tommy, not stopping +to think how wicked was the act which +the bad boy proposed to him.</p> + +<p>"Mind you, Tom, go to your mother—don't +go to your father."</p> + +<p>Tommy promised to do just as he was +told by these bad boys, and ran home with +all his might, to get the money for them. +His mother did not stop to ask him any questions, +though she wondered what book he +could buy for three cents.</p> + +<p>"Here's the three cents," said Tommy, as +he joined the boys in the road. "Now tell +me how I can stay away from school without +having to take any physic."</p> + +<p>"Just come with us; we are not going<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +to school this fine morning. When the factory +bell rings for twelve o'clock, just go +home; and your folks won't know but that +you have been to school."</p> + +<p>"That's the way," added Ben Tinker. +"That's what the fellers call 'hookin' +jack.'"</p> + +<p>Tommy did not exactly like the idea at +first, for he could not help thinking what +might happen in case he got found out. +He did not ask himself whether it was +right or wrong to do what the boys called +"hooking jack;" but only whether he should +get found out or not.</p> + +<p>We ought always to do right, whatever +may happen to us; and we should never +do wrong, even if we feel certain of not +being found out.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going?" asked Tommy.</p> + +<p>"Over the other side of the river. We +must not let any one see us after school<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +time, for they will know we ought to be in +school."</p> + +<p>"And, just you mind, Tom Woggs," added +Ben, "if you get found out yourself, you +mustn't tell of us. If you do, you will be +apt to get a broken head—mind that."</p> + +<p>Joe Birch jumped over the wall into the +lot, and was followed by his companions in +evil. Tommy did not feel just right; not +that he felt bad because he was doing wrong, +but because he was afraid of the two boys.</p> + +<p>When they had crossed the lot, they came +to a by-road; and here it was agreed that +Ben should run up to the village and buy +something with the money which Tommy +had furnished.</p> + +<p>He was gone but a little while; and when +he joined them again, they all hastened +across the bridge, and were soon in the +woods, where no one could see them.</p> + +<p>"What did you buy with the money?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +asked Joe.</p> + +<p>"Some cigars. I got six for three cents."</p> + +<p>"Cigars!" exclaimed Tommy. "What +do you want of cigars?"</p> + +<p>"To smoke, of course. What do you +think?"</p> + +<p>"It will make you sick."</p> + +<p>"I guess not. You shall have one, if +you like. A feller ain't nobody if he don't +smoke," replied Joe.</p> + +<p>But the boys decided not to smoke at +first; and seeing there was plenty of sticks +and brush in the woods, Tommy proposed +that they should build a house—just for the +fun of it.</p> + +<p>"So we will; and when we get it done, we +will smoke our cigars in it, and have a good +time," replied Ben.</p> + +<p>"That will be first rate," added Joe. +"But how are you going to build it?"</p> + +<p>"O, I know how. I have been to New<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +York, and I know all about these things," +said Tommy, beginning now to show his +usual vanity.</p> + +<p>"I say, Tom, do they make houses out of +brush in New York?" asked Ben.</p> + +<p>"No; but then I have been about more +than you have, and I ought to know more, +of course. I will be the builder, and you +two shall be my servants."</p> + +<p>"Look here, Tom—none of that talk, my +boy. We ain't your servants, any how," said +Joe.</p> + +<p>"Never mind him, Joe," added Ben. +"Let him build the house, if he can. I wonder +what it will look like!"</p> + +<p>"Well, you bring me the sticks and brush, +and see if I don't build a good one," replied +Tommy.</p> + +<p>The two boys agreed to this plan; and in a +little while they had a great pile of sticks +and brush, and Tommy began to build the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> +house. He stuck up two sticks, like the +letter V, and then carried a long pole from +the top of them down to the ground. +Against the pole, he set up long sticks; and +then told his companions to cover them over +with brush and leaves.</p> + +<p>It did not take a very long time to build +such a house as this, and it was soon finished. +The boys were much pleased with it, +and seated themselves on the ground, inside +of it, for the purpose of having a good time.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-035tn.jpg" width="400" height="352" alt="The home in the woods." title="The home in the woods." /> +<span class="caption">The home in the woods.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> +<h3>IV.</h3> + + +<p>It was now after eleven o'clock, and it +would soon be time for the truants to return +home.</p> + +<p>The hut which they had built was not +very tight, but it kept the sun out; and the +boys were so well pleased with it that they +agreed to come there again in the afternoon. +They wished the forenoon had been +much longer, for their fun came to an end +too soon.</p> + +<p>"Now, boys, we will have a smoke," said +Joe, as they seated themselves in the house.</p> + +<p>"Yes; and we haven't any too much time," +replied Ben Tinker, as he took the cigars +from his pocket.</p> + +<p>"Have you any matches?"</p> + +<p>"To be sure I have. What's the use of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +cigars without any matches? Take a cigar, +Tom."</p> + +<p>Tommy took the cigar, and though he had +some doubts about smoking it, he did not +like to be behind his companions in anything. +He thought it would make him sick, +as he had known it to do to others. He did +not want to smoke it, but he had not the +courage to refuse.</p> + +<p>He was proud, and did not want to have +the other boys any smarter than he was. +They thought it was manly and big to smoke, +for I don't believe either of them could have +liked the fumes of a cigar. They had not +smoked enough for this.</p> + +<p>Ben lighted a match, and then his cigar. +Joe, as dignified as any old smoker, took a +light from him; and both of them puffed +away, and felt as big as though they were +doing some great thing.</p> + +<p>"Have a light, Tommy?" asked Ben.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +"If you are going with us, you must learn +to smoke."</p> + +<p>"All the fellers that are anything smoke," +added Joe.</p> + +<p>"Then I'll smoke," replied Tommy. "I +used to see lots of gentlemen smoking cigars +in Broadway, in New York, when I was +there."</p> + +<p>"Of course you did."</p> + +<p>Tommy put the cigar into his mouth; he +did not like the taste of the thing, but he +felt that it was a good cause, and he was +willing to be a martyr. Ben lent him his +cigar to light it by; and with a little instruction +from his friends, he was soon able +to puff away as smart as any of them.</p> + +<p>It was not half so bad as he had feared it +would be. It did not make him sick, at +first, and he thought he was one of that kind +who can smoke without learning.</p> + +<p>He felt as big as his companions then, for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +the wrong idea that smoking was smart had +taken full possession of him.</p> + +<p>There are some savages who paint their +faces—they think it is smart; we don't +think so. Some Indians wear bits of tin +fastened to the ends of their noses—they +think it looks pretty; we don't think so.</p> + +<p>It does not follow, therefore, that every +thing that looks smart is so. A little boy, +or any boy, with a cigar in his mouth, is a +disgusting sight to sensible people. We +never heard of any man who thought it was +smart for boys to smoke, or to make use of +tobacco in any way.</p> + +<p>"Now, Tom, tell us something about New +York while we are smoking," said Ben.</p> + +<p>"Well, I will, if you wish me to do so; +but I have got almost tired of talking about +New York. Everybody wants to know +what I saw there."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 351px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-041tn.jpg" width="351" height="400" alt="Some Savages who paint their faces." title="Some Savages who paint their faces." /> +<span class="caption">Some Savages who paint their faces.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span><br /></p> + +<p>"Do they?" laughed Joe.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes; I don't like to say no to them, for +I am willing to help along those who don't +know as much as I do."</p> + +<p>"Do you mean to say we don't know as +much as you do?" demanded Ben, angrily.</p> + +<p>"Well, you haven't been to New York—have +you?"</p> + +<p>"What if we haven't?"</p> + +<p>"Then, of course, you can't know so much +as I do. I was there a week."</p> + +<p>"If you say that again, I'll pound you," +said Ben, rising.</p> + +<p>"There's a stump for you, Tom," added +Joe.</p> + +<p>Tommy had not a great deal of courage; +but, in a little while, Joe Birch managed to +get up a fight between his little companions. +He showed Tommy how to strike; and the +two boys went into the matter like real +bruisers.</p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-045tn.jpg" width="400" height="389" alt="The fight in the woods." title="The fight in the woods." /> +<span class="caption">The fight in the woods.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span><br /></p> + +<p>Of course, Tommy Woggs got whipped—and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> +it served him just right. His face was +scratched, and one of his eyes was very red. +Just then he thought he should not tell +another boy that he did not know as much +as he did.</p> + +<p>The quarrel was soon made up; for after +Ben Tinker had thrashed the little boaster +he was satisfied, and Tommy did not dare to +be cross. By this time they had to start for +home.</p> + +<p>Tommy had not got half way to his +father's house before he began to feel dizzy, +and to realize a very unpleasant feeling at +the stomach. But he hurried home as fast +as he could, which was not very fast, for he +was sick in earnest now.</p> + +<p>He staggered into the parlor, where his +mother was sewing. He felt very bad then, +and wished, with all his heart, that he had +gone to school, and kept away from the bad<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> +boys.</p> + +<p>"I feel sick, mother," said Tommy, as he +threw himself into a chair.</p> + +<p>"Why, Tommy! You are as pale as a +ghost," exclaimed his mother, looking up +from her work. "What ails you?"</p> + +<p>"I feel sick at the stomach. I want to go +to bed."</p> + +<p>Whatever were the doubts Mrs. Woggs +had in the morning about her son's sickness, +she had none now. His pale face and blue +lips were evidences of his condition.</p> + +<p>Taking him by the hand, she led him upstairs, +and put him into bed. Then she +called Dr. Woggs, who was in his library, to +come upstairs and see him.</p> + +<p>"Poor boy; he is real sick," said his +mother, as the doctor entered the room. +"He is just as pale as death, and could +hardly walk upstairs."</p> + +<p>"What ails him?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> + +<p>"He is sick at the stomach, just as he was +this morning. It was too bad to send him to +school when he felt so sick. I knew he was +ill then."</p> + +<p>"He wasn't very bad this morning," said +the doctor, who did not know what to make +of it.</p> + +<p>"He was real sick then, and I knew he +was. It was too bad to make him go to +school," added the fond mother.</p> + +<p>"But I didn't make him go to school," +replied Dr. Woggs. "I was only going to +give him some medicine to make him +better."</p> + +<p>The cigar had done its work; and it +operated upon him just as that nasty yellow +powder would if he had taken it.</p> + +<p>"What's this?" said the doctor, after the +contents of Tommy's stomach had been +thrown up. "What have you been doing,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +Tommy?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing, father," replied Tommy, +faintly.</p> + +<p>"You have been smoking. You smell as +strong of tobacco smoke as a bar-room +loafer."</p> + +<p>"Smoking!" exclaimed Mrs. Woggs, with +horror.</p> + +<p>"Have you been smoking, Tommy?" +asked his father sternly.</p> + +<p>The poor sufferer felt so bad, he had no +courage to tell a lie, and he was obliged to +own that he had been smoking.</p> + +<p>When he felt a little better, his father +questioned him so closely, that in spite of his +promise, Tommy had to say he had "hooked +jack" that forenoon, and that he had been +in the woods with Joe and Ben, where each +of them had smoked a cigar.</p> + +<p>Dr. Woggs went to the school that afternoon, +and told Miss Dale all about it; and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +then to the parents of Joe and Ben, and told +them all about it. The truants were all +punished; and as the schoolmistress promised +to send word to their homes when either +of them was absent again, they had no +chance to "hook jack" afterwards.</p> + +<p>Tommy was as well as ever the next day; +but that red eye became a black eye, and the +children laughed at him for a week.</p> + +<p>He thought how much trouble he had +caused himself by being proud and lazy, and +he resolved to be a better boy. He did very +well for some time; he went to school without +complaining, and didn't talk big; but he +was not entirely cured.</p> + +<p>It often takes a great while to get rid of +bad habits; but we should banish them, even +if it takes a whole lifetime to do so.</p> + +<hr /> +<div class="pad"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> +<h2>CARELESS KATE.</h2></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> +<hr /> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 311px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-053tn.jpg" width="311" height="400" alt="She tried to look as if nothing had happened.—Page 83." title="She tried to look as if nothing had happened.—Page 83." /> +<span class="caption">She tried to look as if nothing had happened.—<a href="#Page_83">Page 83</a>.</span> +</div> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> +<h2>CARELESS KATE.</h2> + +<h3>I.</h3> + + +<p>"Kate!" said Mrs. Lamb to her daughter, +who was playing in the garden, in front +of the house.</p> + +<p>"What do you want, mother?" replied +the little girl, without even lifting her eyes +from the ground, in which she was planting +a marigold.</p> + +<p>I don't think any of my young readers regard +this as a proper answer for a little girl +to make to her mother; and I hope none of +them ever speak to their parents in this +manner.</p> + +<p>"Come into the house. I want you," +added her mother.</p> + +<p>But Kate did not go till she got ready.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +She was not in the habit of minding her +mother at once, and without asking any improper +questions, as all good children do, +or ought to do, at least.</p> + +<p>When she stepped out of the bed of +flowers, in which she had been at work, instead +of looking to see where she put her +feet, she kept her eyes fixed on the place +where she had just planted the marigold.</p> + +<p>"Look before you leap" is a good motto +for everybody—for children, as well as for +men and women. If Kate had thought of it, +perhaps she would have saved herself and +her mother a great deal of trouble.</p> + +<p>She did not mind where she stepped, and +put her foot upon a beautiful, sweet-scented +peony, which had just come out of the +ground. She broke the stem short off, and +crushed the root all in pieces.</p> + +<p>Now, this flower was very highly prized +by Mrs. Lamb, for she had brought it from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> +a great distance, and it was the only one of +the kind in Riverdale at that time.</p> + +<p>Kate was very fond of flowers herself, and +when she saw the mischief she had done, she +cried with anger and vexation. She would +not have spoiled this peony for a great deal, +for she had looked forward with much pleasure +to the time when it should bud and +blossom, and fill the garden with its fragrance.</p> + +<p>"What is the matter with you, Kate?" +called her mother, from the house, when she +heard Kate crying.</p> + +<p>"I did not mean to do it, mother," sobbed +the poor girl.</p> + +<p>"Didn't mean to do what, Kate?" said +her mother, rushing into the garden to find +out what mischief had been done.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lamb was very angry when she saw +that the peony was spoiled; and she took +Kate by the arm, and shook her. I don't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +think this shaking did any good; but it was +a great trial to her to see her favorite flower +destroyed.</p> + +<p>"You careless girl!" said Mrs. Lamb.</p> + +<p>"I didn't mean to, mother," replied Kate.</p> + +<p>"But you were careless, as you always +are. Will you never learn to be careful? +You walk about the flower beds as though +they were solid rocks."</p> + +<p>"I did not mean to tread upon it," was +all that poor Kate could say.</p> + +<p>It was very true that she did not mean to +spoil the peony; but it was almost as bad to +ruin it by being careless. Children ought +to understand that not meaning to do wrong +is not a good excuse, when the wrong might +have been prevented by being careful.</p> + +<p>Suppose the captain of a ship should run +his vessel on the rocks, and lose a dozen +lives, by being careless; do you think people +would be willing to trust him with another<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +vessel afterwards?</p> + +<p>Suppose the engineer should neglect to +keep watch of the boiler, and it should burst; +would not people blame him? Would they +think it a good excuse if he said he did not +mean to let it burst?</p> + +<p>If the man who has the keeping of a +powder house should smoke a pipe in it, and +twenty persons should be killed by his carelessness, +do you think it would be enough for +him to say he did not intend to kill them?</p> + +<p>When we go on the water in a sailing +vessel or a steamer; when we ride on a railroad, +in a stage, or wagon, our lives depend +on the carefulness with which the vessel, +railroad, or carriage is managed. People +don't excuse them, when lives are lost, because +they did not mean to kill anybody.</p> + +<p>You are liable to lose your life every day +by the carelessness of some one. The house +in which you are to sleep on a cold winter's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +night may be burned down by the neglect of +those who take care of the fires.</p> + +<p>The careless use of a lamp might destroy +many lives and much property. If you play +with fire, though you do not mean any harm, +you may burn the house in which you live, +and perhaps destroy the lives of your +friends.</p> + +<p>A little carelessness may produce dreadful +results. The want of thought for a few +moments may do more mischief than you +can repair in a whole lifetime.</p> + +<p>Kate Lamb was not a bad girl at heart. +She loved her parents and her friends as +much as any little girl; but she often gave +them a great deal of trouble and sadness by +her carelessness.</p> + +<p>She was so thoughtless that she had come +to be called "Careless Kate." It was a bad +fault; and it sometimes led her to commit<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> +worse ones, as my story will show.</p> + +<p>"Now, Kate, come into the house; and +next time, when I call, come at once," said +her mother. "If you had minded me, perhaps +my flower would not have been +spoiled."</p> + +<p>"I will be more careful next time, +mother," replied Kate.</p> + +<p>"I hope you will. I think you have done +sufficient mischief by being careless, and I +hope you will soon begin to do better."</p> + +<p>"I will try, mother."</p> + +<p>Very likely she meant to try, just then, +while she was smarting under her mother's +rebuke, and while she was still sad at the +loss of the flower; but she had promised to +do better so many times, that her mother +could hardly believe her again.</p> + +<p>"I want you to carry this quart of milk +down in the meadow to poor Mrs. O'Brien," +said Mrs. Lamb, as she handed her a tin kettle.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +"And you must go quick, for it is +almost dark now."</p> + +<p>"It won't take me long, mother."</p> + +<p>"But you must be very careful, and not +spill any of the milk."</p> + +<p>"I will be very careful."</p> + +<p>"Mrs. O'Brien is sick, and has two small +children. This milk is for their supper."</p> + +<p>"That is the woman whose husband was +killed on the railroad last summer—isn't it, +mother?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; and she is very poor. She is sick +now, and not able to work. The neighbors +have all sent milk to her for her children, +and a great many other things. Now go +just as fast as you can, but be very careful +and not spill the milk."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 262px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-063tn.jpg" width="262" height="400" alt="Mrs. O'Brien and her child." title="Mrs. O'Brien and her child." /> +<span class="caption">Mrs. O'Brien and her child.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> + +<h3>II.</h3> + + +<p>Kate put on her bonnet, and taking the +pail of milk, hastened towards the house +of the poor sick woman. But she had gone +but a little way when she met Fanny Flynn, +who was an idle girl, and very fond of mischief.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going, Kate?" asked +Fanny.</p> + +<p>"I am going down to Mrs. O'Brien's with +some milk."</p> + +<p>"Give me a drink—will you?"</p> + +<p>"I can't; it is for the poor widow's +children. I suppose they won't have any +supper till they get this milk."</p> + +<p>"Yes, they will. I won't drink but a +little of it."</p> + +<p>"No, I can't give you any. It would not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> +be right for me to do so."</p> + +<p>"Pooh! You needn't pretend to be so +good all at once. You are no better than I +am."</p> + +<p>"I didn't say I was. Only I shall not +give you any of this milk, when it is for the +poor woman's children; so you needn't ask +me," replied Kate, with a great deal of +spirit.</p> + +<p>Some people think, when they do anything +that is right, they ought to make a +great parade over it; but this only shows +that they are not much in the habit of doing +right, and they wish to get all the credit +they can for it.</p> + +<p>It was so with Kate. She ought to have +been content with merely doing her duty, +without "talking large" about it. Fanny +felt that she was just as good as Kate, and +she was angry when the latter made a needless +show of her intention to do what she +believed to be right.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 284px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-067tn.jpg" width="284" height="400" alt="Fanny and Kate." title="Fanny and Kate." /> +<span class="caption">Fanny and Kate.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span><br /></p> + +<p>"I don't want it," said Fanny.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What did you ask me for it for, then? +You wanted to make me do something that +was wrong."</p> + +<p>"You are not always so nice," sneered +Fanny.</p> + +<p>"I don't mean to do wrong, anyhow, as +some folks do."</p> + +<p>"Do you mean me?"</p> + +<p>"No matter whom I mean."</p> + +<p>Fanny was so angry that she walked up +to Kate and pulled her "shaker" down over +her face. She also used some naughty +words when she did so, which I will not repeat.</p> + +<p>Kate, in her turn, was very angry with +the saucy girl, and wanted to "pay" her +for what she had done. But Fanny did not +wait for any reply, and ran away just as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> +fast as she could.</p> + +<p>It would have been much better for Kate +if she had let her go; but she was so angry +she could not do this; she wanted to strike +back again. Without thinking of the milk +in the pail, she started to run after the +naughty girl.</p> + +<p>For a few moments she ran with all her +might, and had nearly caught Fanny, when +a stone tripped her up, and she fell upon +the ground.</p> + +<p>Then she thought of the milk, and tried to +save it; but the cover of the kettle came off, +and it was all spilled on the ground.</p> + +<p>The fall did not hurt her, but the laugh +with which her misfortune was greeted by +Fanny roused a very wicked spirit in her +heart, and dropping the pail, which she had +picked up, she pursued her.</p> + +<p>But the naughty girl had the start of her, +and though she followed her a good way she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> +could not overtake her. Then she stopped +in the path, and cried with anger and vexation. +The thought of the milk which had +been spilled, was, after all, the worst part +of the affair.</p> + +<p>Walking back to the place where the accident +had happened, she picked up the pail +again, and began to think what she should +do. It was of no use now for her to go to +Mrs. O'Brien's. She had no milk for the +children's supper.</p> + +<p>What would her mother say to her if she +should return home and tell her she had +spilled all the milk? She had told her to +be careful, and she felt that she had been +very careless.</p> + +<p>It was not necessary that she should chase +the naughty girl, whatever she said; and +she could not help seeing that she had been +very careless. While she was thinking +about it, Ben Tinker came along. He lived<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> +in the next house to Mr. Lamb, and the children +were well acquainted with each other.</p> + +<p>"What is the matter with you, Kate?" +asked Ben, when he saw that her eyes were +red, and her face was wet with tears.</p> + +<p><ins title="Added missing quote">"I</ins> have just spilled a pailful of milk on the +ground," sobbed Kate.</p> + +<p>"O, well, it's no use to cry for spilled +milk," laughed Ben.</p> + +<p>"I was carrying it to Mrs. O'Brien."</p> + +<p>"No matter; she will get along very well +without it."</p> + +<p>"That ugly Fanny Flynn struck me on +the head, and that's what made me spill the +milk."</p> + +<p>"Didn't you hit her back?"</p> + +<p>"I couldn't catch her; she ran away. I +was chasing her when I fell down and +spilled the milk."</p> + +<p>"You can catch her some time; when you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> +do, give it to her."</p> + +<p>But Kate had got over her anger, and +heartily wished she had not attempted to +catch Fanny. Besides, she very well knew +that Ben was giving her bad advice.</p> + +<p>That passage from the New Testament, +"If any man smite thee on the one cheek, +turn to him the other also," came to her +mind, and she felt how wicked it was to harbor +a desire for revenge.</p> + +<p>The loss of the milk, and what would +follow when she went home, gave her more +trouble than the injury she had received +from the naughty girl.</p> + +<p>"I don't know what I shall do," said she, +beginning to cry again, as she thought of her +mother.</p> + +<p>"Do? you can't do anything—can you? +The milk is gone, and all you have to do is +to go home," replied Ben.</p> + +<p>"What will my mother say?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No matter what she says, if she don't +whip you or send you to bed without your +supper."</p> + +<p>"She won't whip me, and I have been to +supper."</p> + +<p>"Then what are you crying about?"</p> + +<p>"Mother says I am very careless; and I +know I am," whined Kate.</p> + +<p>"Don't be a baby, Kate."</p> + +<p>"I spoiled a flower this afternoon, and +mother scolded me and shook me for it. She +told me to be very careful with this milk, +and now I have spilled the whole of it."</p> + +<p>"Well, if you feel so bad, why need you +tell her anything about it?"</p> + +<p>"About what?" asked Kate, looking up +into his face, for she did not quite understand +him.</p> + +<p>"You needn't tell her you spilled the +milk. She will never find it out."</p> + +<p>"But she will ask me."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What if she does? Can't you tell her +you gave the milk to the old woman, and +that she was very much obliged to her for +sending it?"</p> + +<p>"I can do that," said Kate.</p> + +<p>She did not like the plan, but it seemed to +her just then that anything would be better +than telling her mother <ins title="Changed typo 'than' to 'that'">that</ins> she had spilled +the milk; and, wicked as it was, she resolved +to do it.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span><br /></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 364px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-077tn.jpg" width="364" height="400" alt="Crying for spilled milk." title="Crying for spilled milk." /> +<span class="caption">Crying for spilled milk.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> +<h3>III.</h3> + + +<p>Kate did not think of the poor woman +and her hungry children when she made up +her mind to tell her mother such a monstrous +lie.</p> + +<p>She did not think how very wicked it was +to deceive her mother, just to escape, perhaps, +a severe rebuke for her carelessness.</p> + +<p>She felt all the time that she was doing +wrong, but she tried so hard to cover it up, +that her conscience was not permitted to do +its whole duty.</p> + +<p>When we are tempted to do wrong, something +within us tells us not to do it; but we +often struggle to get rid of this feeling, and +if we succeed the first time, it is easier the +next time. And the more we do wrong, the +easier it becomes to put down the little voice<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +within us.</p> + +<p>It was so with Kate. She had told falsehoods +before, or it would not have been so +easy for her to do it this time. If we do +not take care of our consciences, as we do +of our caps and bonnets, they are soon +spoiled.</p> + +<p>Did you ever notice that one of the wheels +on your little wagon, when it becomes loose, +soon wears out? The more it sags over on +one side, the weaker it grows. While the +wheel stands up straight, it does not seem +to wear out at all.</p> + +<p>It is just so with your conscience—your +power to tell right from wrong. While you +keep it up straight, it works well, and never +wears out. But when it gets a little out of +order, it grows worse very fast, and is not +of much more value than a lighthouse without +any light in it.</p> + +<p>Kate's conscience had begun to sag over<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +on one side. It was growing weak, and did +not remind her of her wrong deeds with +force enough to make itself heeded. If she +could only escape the reproof of her mother, +she did not care.</p> + +<p>Thus moved by the wicked counsel of Ben +Tinker, she hastened home. She tried to +look as if nothing had happened, but her +eyes were still very red from crying; and +her mother wanted to know what had made +her cry.</p> + +<p>"Fanny Flynn struck me, and pulled my +'shaker' over my face," replied Kate.</p> + +<p>"What did she do that for?"</p> + +<p>"She asked me to give her a drink of the +milk, and because I wouldn't, she struck +me," answered Kate, placing her pail upon +the kitchen table.</p> + +<p>"She is a naughty girl, and I will go and +see her mother about it. What did she say<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +to you?"</p> + +<p>"She asked me for a drink of the milk."</p> + +<p>"What did you answer?"</p> + +<p>"I told her it was for Mrs. O'Brien's +children, and that it wouldn't be right for +me to give it to her, and I would not."</p> + +<p>"Well, I will see to that. I think it is a +pity if I can't send one of my children out +on an errand of charity without her being +treated in this manner. She shall suffer for +it."</p> + +<p>"She is a naughty girl, mother; and I +never mean to speak to her again as long as +I live," said Kate, with much apparent earnestness.</p> + +<p>"You did right not to give her any of the +milk, and I am glad you did not. I am +happy that my daughter has been brave +enough to do right, and even to suffer for +doing it. You are a good girl, Kate."</p> + +<p>"I meant to be, mother."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What did Mrs. O'Brien say when you +gave her the milk?" continued Mrs. Lamb.</p> + +<p>"She said she was much obliged to you," +replied Kate, not daring to look her mother +in the face.</p> + +<p>"Did you see the children?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lamb was going to ask more questions +about the family, but something called +her attention away, and Kate was saved +from telling more falsehoods.</p> + +<p>She took a book and tried to read, but +she could not, for she did not feel like a +good girl. The little voice within told her +how wicked she had been, and she began to +wish that she had not deceived her mother.</p> + +<p>While she sat with the book in her hand, +her father came home; and her mother told +him what Fanny Flynn had done. He was +very angry when he had heard the story, and +asked Kate a great many questions about<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +the affair.</p> + +<p>"You did well, Kate, and I am glad you +were so brave and so smart," said Mr. Lamb.</p> + +<p>"Of course I could not give her any of +the milk when it was for the poor widow's +hungry children."</p> + +<p>"You did right, Kate," repeated her +father. "The poor children might have had +to go to bed hungry if you had given up the +milk to that bad girl."</p> + +<p>"I know it, father."</p> + +<p>"Only think what a sad thing it would +have been if the poor little ones had been +sent hungry and crying to bed. That Fanny +Flynn must be taken care of. When little +girls get to be so bold as that, it is high +time something was done."</p> + +<p>"I think so, too, father."</p> + +<p>"It is time for you to go to bed now, +Kate," said her mother.</p> + +<p>"I am ready, mother, for I am tired as I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +can be."</p> + +<p>Kate was glad to get away from her father +and mother, for while they were praising +her for her good conduct, she knew very +well that she did not deserve it.</p> + +<p>What would her parents think if they +knew that she had spilled all the milk on +the ground? What would they say to her +if they found out that she had told them so +many lies?</p> + +<p>The more she thought of her conduct, the +more she felt that she had done wrong. She +now saw that, if she had returned home and +told her mother the truth, she would have +excused the fault, and sent another pail of +milk to the poor sick woman's hungry children.</p> + +<p>She wished she had done so, for it would +have been a great deal better to be scolded +for her carelessness than to feel as guilty as +she now felt. She was sure that it was far<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +better to suffer a great deal than to do even +a little wrong.</p> + +<p>She was not satisfied either that her +mother would have scolded her, if she had +stated the whole truth to her—that Fanny +Flynn had made her spill the milk.</p> + +<p>She went to bed; but when her mother +bade her good night, and took the lamp in +her hand, she begged her to leave it, for she +did not like to be alone in the dark.</p> + +<p>It seemed just as though a wicked spirit +was tormenting her; and though she was in +the habit of going to sleep without a light, +the darkness was terrible to her at this time. +She did not even wish to be left alone, but +she dared not ask her mother to stay with +her.</p> + +<p>When Mrs. Lamb had gone out, Kate +covered her face wholly under the bedclothes, +and shut her eyes as close as she +could, trying in this manner to go to sleep.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +But her guilty conscience gave her no rest.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill-087tn.jpg" width="400" height="370" alt="Kate" title="Kate" /> +</div> + +<p>Then she opened her eyes, and looked +around the room; but everything in the +chamber seemed to mock and reproach her. +Again and again she shut her eyes, and tried +to sleep.</p> + +<p>The little voice within would speak now, +in the silence of her chamber. She had +never felt so bad before; perhaps because<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +she had never been so wicked before. Do +you want to know why she suffered so much? +It was because she could not keep from her +mind those hungry, crying children.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 283px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-089tn.jpg" width="283" height="400" alt="Kate tells the whole story." title="Kate tells the whole story." /> +<span class="caption">Kate tells the whole story.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p> +<h3>IV.</h3> + + +<p>Poor Kate! She had certainly never +been so wicked in her life before. The words +of her father still lingered in her ears, and +she could almost hear the moans of those +hungry, crying children.</p> + +<p>She had never been sent to bed in her life +without her supper, and it looked like a +dreadful thing to her—perhaps even more +dreadful than it really was.</p> + +<p>If there had been nothing but the falsehoods +she had told, she might have gone to +sleep; but it was sad to think that she had +deprived the poor children of their supper, +and sent them hungry to bed. This seemed +to be the most wicked part of her conduct.</p> + +<p>I do not know how many times she turned +over in the bed, nor how many times she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> +pulled the clothes over her eyes to shut out +the sad picture of those hungry and crying +children that would come up before her, in +spite of all she could do to prevent it.</p> + +<p>She tried to think of other things—of the +scene with Fanny; of her school; of a +picnic party she had attended on the first +of May; of almost everything, indeed; but +it did no good. The poor children could not +be banished from her mind.</p> + +<p>Kate had been sick with the measles, with +the scarlet fever, and the mumps; and she +remembered how bad she felt at these times; +but it seemed to her now that she would +rather have all these diseases at once than +suffer from a guilty conscience.</p> + +<p>When she was sick, her mother bent over +her and pitied her, and did all she could to +ease her pain; and even when she was burning +with fever, and racked with pain, she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> +felt happier than she did now.</p> + +<p>She could not inform her mother how bad +she felt, for that would expose her guilt. +She heard the clock strike nine, and every +moment appeared to her like an hour. Those +poor little children constantly haunted her; +whether her eyes were open or shut, still she +saw them crying, and heard them moaning, +and begging their sick mother to give them +some supper.</p> + +<p>O, Kate! how severely was she punished +for the sin she had committed! Her mother +and her father had praised her, but still she +was unhappy.</p> + +<p>Slowly, very slowly, the time passed away +and she heard the clock strike ten. She +could endure her sufferings no longer; and +she burst into tears, sobbing and moaning as +if her heart would break.</p> + +<p>For some time she cried; but as her distress +increased, she sobbed and moaned so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> +loud that her father and mother, who were +in the adjoining room, heard her, and +hastened into the room to <ins title="Changed typo 'and' to 'find'">find</ins> out what +ailed her.</p> + +<p>"What is the matter, my child?" +anxiously asked her mother. "Haven't you +been asleep since you went to bed?"</p> + +<p>"No mother," sobbed Kate.</p> + +<p>"What ails you? Are you sick?"</p> + +<p>"No, mother."</p> + +<p>"What are you crying for, then?"</p> + +<p>"O mother!"</p> + +<p>"Why, what ails you, child? Have you +been frightened?"</p> + +<p>"No, mother."</p> + +<p>"Tell us what ails you, Kate," added her +father.</p> + +<p>Both of her parents were greatly alarmed +about her, for they loved their little girl +very much; and they knew that something +must ail her, or she would not have lain<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +awake so long, or have cried so bitterly.</p> + +<p>"Can't you tell us what ails you, Kate?" +inquired her mother, very tenderly.</p> + +<p>"I have been very naughty, mother," replied +Kate, almost choking with emotion.</p> + +<p>"Naughty, child?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother."</p> + +<p>"I thought you had been very good," +added Mr. Lamb.</p> + +<p>"No, I have not; I have been very wicked, +and you will never forgive me."</p> + +<p>"Why, what have you done, Kate? How +strange you act, my child!"</p> + +<p>"I can't help it, mother. If you will +forgive me this time, I will never be so +wicked again while I live."</p> + +<p>"Tell us all about it, Kate, and we will +forgive you," said her father, very kindly.</p> + +<p>The poor girl sobbed so that she could not +speak for some time, for the tenderness of +her parents made her feel a great deal worse<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +than if they had scolded her severely.</p> + +<p>"What have you done, Kate?" repeated +Mrs. Lamb.</p> + +<p>"I didn't carry the milk to Mrs. O'Brien, +mother," gasped the poor penitent, as she +uncovered her eyes, and looked up in the +face of her parents to notice the effect of her +confession upon them.</p> + +<p>"Didn't carry it to her?" was the exclamation +of her father and mother at the +same time.</p> + +<p>"No; I spilled it on the ground."</p> + +<p>"Why, Kate! what did you do that for?"</p> + +<p>"I couldn't help it—I mean I was careless. +When Fanny Flynn struck me, I ran +after her. My foot tripped, and I fell, and +spilled all the milk."</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you tell me so, Kate?"</p> + +<p>"I didn't dare to tell you; I was afraid +you would scold at me, as you did for spoiling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +the peony."</p> + +<p>Kate felt a little better now that she had +confessed her fault, and she was able to +look her parents in the face.</p> + +<p>"Why, Kate, if you had only told me, I +should not have scolded you. You may +have been careless, but it was all the fault +of Fanny Flynn."</p> + +<p>"No, mother; I was careless. I forgot +all about the milk, I was so angry."</p> + +<p>"And so the poor children had no supper, +after all," added Mr. Lamb.</p> + +<p>"O father! It was what you said about +them that made me feel so bad. I am sure +I shall never be so very wicked again. Let +me carry them some milk now."</p> + +<p>"What are you talking about? It is +after ten o'clock, my child."</p> + +<p>"No matter, father; I am not afraid to +go in the dark, if I can only carry them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> +their supper."</p> + +<p>"No, no, Kate. I will carry them the +milk, though it is rather late, and probably +they are all asleep by this time."</p> + +<p>"But will you forgive me, father and +mother?"</p> + +<p>"Freely, my child; you have suffered +severely already for your fault, and I hope +it will be a lesson to you which will last as +long as you live," said her father.</p> + +<p>"It will," said Kate, earnestly.</p> + +<p>Both her parents kissed her, in token of +their forgiveness; and Mr. Lamb put on his +coat, while Mrs. Lamb went to the cellar for +a pail of milk, with which he soon left the +house on his errand of kindness and charity.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 294px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-099tn.jpg" width="294" height="400" alt="Kate a better girl." title="Kate a better girl." /> +<span class="caption">Kate a better girl.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span><br /></p> + +<p>Kate felt a great deal better then, and +before her father returned, she was fast +asleep. Mr. Lamb found the poor woman +still up. The children had had bread and +water, but no milk, for their supper, and she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +was very glad to have some for them when +they waked up in the night. And she was +very grateful to Mr. Lamb for thinking of +her at that hour, and thanked God for giving +her such kind and thoughtful friends.</p> + +<p>From that time, Kate was a better girl, +and tried hard to reform her life and character. +She tried so hard, and succeeded so +well, that she very soon lost the name of +"Careless Kate."</p> + +<p>Mr. Lamb went to see Fanny Flynn's parents +the next day, and they promised to +punish her for her conduct. After that +Kate did not provoke her, and they never +had any more trouble.</p> + +<p>Now my readers have seen that Kate's +fault led her into falsehood and deception, +which are worse than carelessness; and I +hope they will all learn to be careful and +truthful.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<div class="pad"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> +<h2>NOTHING TO DO.</h2></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="2" summary="Poem Text"><tr><td> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> +<h2>NOTHING TO DO.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My kitty is purring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the hearth rug<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rolled up in a bundle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just like a great bug.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wonder what kitty<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is thinking about;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What makes her so happy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I cannot find out.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She has no hard lessons<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bother her brain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No spelling and reading<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To study in vain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She ought to be happy<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +<span class="i2">With nothing to do<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But play all the morning—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I should be, too."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus Nellie kept thinking,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And spoke out her thought.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The words which she uttered<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her mother's ear caught.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You wish to be idle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like kitty, dear, there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And play all the morning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or sleep in your chair?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I don't like my lessons;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I think 'tis a pity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I can't be as happy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As dear little kitty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ugly old spelling<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +<span class="i2">I never can learn!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, into a kitty<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wish I could turn!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I am not a fairy,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her mother replied;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To me all the power<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of magic's denied;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But you may be idle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From morning till night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And see if 'do nothing'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will set your case right."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O, shall I do nothing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But play all day long,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sing with my kitty<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A holiday song?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How happy, and merry,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> +<span class="i2">And joyous 'twill be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To have no hard lessons—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From study be free!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Do what will best please you;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be idle all day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recite no more lessons;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Do nothing but play."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Nellie, rejoicing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Flew out of the room;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Played <i>hide</i>, <i>horse</i>, and <i>dolly</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And rode on the broom.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But long before dinner<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Poor Nell had "played out,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And studied, and studied,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wandered about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To find some new pleasure,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> +<span class="i2">Some game, or some play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To use up the hours,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And end that long day;—<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And long before evening<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was cross as a bear—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Just like the McFlimsey<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With "nothing to wear."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tired of nothing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tired of play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No day was so tedious<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As that idle day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O mother! my lessons<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I think I will get,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then I can play<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I never played yet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I do not feel happy<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +<span class="i2">With nothing to do;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot endure it<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another day through."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I thought so, my Nellie;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To make your play sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You must work, and be useful<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To those whom you meet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The idle are never<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So happy as they<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who work for themselves<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or for others each day."<br /></span> +</div></div> +</td></tr></table> + +<hr /> +<div class="pad"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> + +<h2>DOLLY AND I.</h2></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> +<hr /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 306px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-113tn.jpg" width="306" height="400" alt="Mrs. Green took the doll.—Page 146." title="Mrs. Green took the doll.—Page 146." /> +<span class="caption">Mrs. Green took the doll.—<a href="#Page_146">Page 146</a>.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p> +<h2>DOLLY AND I.</h2> + +<h3>I.</h3> + + +<p>Do you know what envy means? I hope +you have never felt it, for it is a very wicked +feeling. It is being sorry when another has +any good thing. Perhaps you will know +better what the word means when you have +read my story; and I hope it will help you +to keep the feeling away from your own +heart.</p> + +<p>Not far from Mr. Lee's house, in Riverdale, +lived a man by the name of Green. He +was the agent of one of the factories in the +village. Mr. Green had two little girls and +three sons. The boys have nothing to do +with my story, and for that reason I shall<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> +not say a great deal about them.</p> + +<p>Katy, Mr. Green's older daughter, was +ten years old. She was a pretty good girl, +but she did not like to have others get good +things, when she did not have any herself. +If any person gave one of her brothers an +apple, or an orange, she seemed to think +she ought to have it.</p> + +<p>When she was a baby, she used to cry for +everything she saw, and would give her +parents no peace till they gave it to her. I +am sorry to say they were sometimes very +weak on this point, and gave her things +which she ought not to have had, just to +quiet her.</p> + +<p>Her father and mother hoped, when she +grew older, she would not want everything +that belonged to her brothers. If Charles +had a plaything, Katy wanted it, and would +cry till she got it. Very often, just to make +her stop crying, her mother made poor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +Charley give up the thing.</p> + +<p>But as Katy grew older, she seemed to +want everything that others had just as +much as ever. She was now ten years old, +and still she did not like to see others have +anything which she could not have. It is +true she did not always say so, but she felt +it just as much, and was very apt to be cross +and sullen towards those whom she envied.</p> + +<p>Nellie Green was not at all like her sister. +She was only eight years old, but there was +not a bit of envy in her. She would give a +part, and often the whole, of her apples, +oranges, candy, and playthings to her sister, +and to her brothers. She liked to see +them happy, and when Charley ate an apple, +it tasted just as good to her as though she +were eating it herself.</p> + +<p>She was not selfish. She would always +divide her good things with her friends. +Did you ever see a little boy or a little girl<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> +eating an apple or some candy, and another +little boy or girl standing by, and looking +just as if he wanted some?</p> + +<p>Nellie always gave her friends a part, +and then she not only enjoyed what she ate +herself, but she enjoyed what they ate. This +is the way to make apples, oranges, and +candy taste good.</p> + +<p>One New Year's Day, Katy's aunt, after +whom she was named, sent her a beautiful +wax doll. It was a very pretty doll, and +the little girl was the happiest child in +Riverdale when the welcome present reached +her.</p> + +<p>There was another little girl in Riverdale +who was almost if not quite as happy; +and that was Nellie, her sister. It is true, +the doll was not for her; she did not own +any of it, and Katy would hardly let her +touch it; but for all this, Nellie was pleased<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> +to see her sister so happy.</p> + +<p>The dolly's name was Lady Jane; for +Katy thought, as she was a very fine doll, +she ought to have a very fine name. So, +when she spoke to the doll,—and she talked +a great deal with her,—she always called +her Lady Jane. The two little girls had +five or six other dolls, but none of them were +anything near such fine ladies as Lady Jane. +Their heads were made of porcelain, or rubber, +or composition, and they had grown +so old that they were really ugly.</p> + +<p>Miss Lucy, who had a rubber head, looked +as though she "had been through the wars." +Her nose was worn out, so that she had a +great hole in the end of it. I suppose, if +she had wanted to sneeze, this hole would +have been very handy; but Miss Lucy was +a very proper young lady, and never sneezed +in company. If she ever sneezed when alone, +of course there was no one present to know<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> +anything about it.</p> + +<p>There was another hole right in the top +of her head, so that if she had had any +brains, they would certainly have leaked +out; but as Miss Lucy was not a strong-minded +woman, I suppose she had no use +for brains.</p> + +<p>One of the family of dolls was a little +black girl, whose name was Dinah. She had +seen hard service in her day, and did not +look as though she would last much longer.</p> + +<p>Miss Fanny had once been a fine lady, but +times had gone hard with her, and her fine +clothes were both ragged and dirty. But +hard times were not so very bad, for she +wore the same smile as when her clothes +had been new and nice.</p> + +<p>Miss Mary was a poor cripple. By a sad +accident she had broken one of her legs. +Katy placed her on a table one day, and +either because the height from the floor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> +made her dizzy, or because she was laid too +near the edge, she had tumbled off, and +one leg was so badly broken that neither +a wooden nor a cork one could be fastened +in its place.</p> + +<p>Therefore Miss Mary could not walk about +the room, and never went anywhere, except +when she was carried. But she was not +half so badly off as Miss Susie, who had +broken her neck, and lost off her head. The +head was tied on with a string, but it kept +falling off while the family were at play; +but Miss Susie did not seem to mind it at +all.</p> + +<p>She got along a great deal better without +her head than you or I could without ours. +Indeed, she wore the same smile upon her +face whether the head was on or off—which +teaches us that we ought always to +be cheerful in misfortune.</p> + +<p>Besides these fine young ladies there were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> +two or three rag babies; but as you could +not tell by the looks of them what they +were thinking about, I will not say anything +about them. They had no virtues +worth telling; they never ate soup with a +fork, or gave money to the poor.</p> + +<p>Some of my readers may not think much +of this family of dollies, but I am sure +Katy and Nellie had fine times with them. +They used to spend hours together with +them, and the dollies used to do everything +that anybody could do.</p> + +<p>Miss Fanny used to visit a great deal, in +spite of her dirty, ragged clothes; so did +Miss Lucy, with two holes in her head, and +Miss Mary, with her broken leg, and Miss +Susie, with her broken neck. All of them +used to go a-visiting, except Miss Dinah, +and she, being a black girl, had to do the +sweeping and tend the door.</p> + +<p>These ladies were all of them so bashful<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> +that they would not speak in company, and +Katy and <ins title="Changed typo 'Nelie' to 'Nellie'">Nellie</ins> had to do all the talking for +them.</p> + +<p>But they used to "make believe" the +dollies talked, and this did just as well. +They used to say just such things as the +ladies did who called on Mrs. Green, and +never left without being urged to stay +longer, and also to call again; which they +always promised to do.</p> + +<p>On the whole, they were very wonderful +dollies; at least they were until Lady Jane +came, and she was such a fine lady, with her +white silk dress and her <i>real</i> hair, that none +of them could shine after that.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><br /></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 331px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-125tn.jpg" width="331" height="400" alt="Miss Fanny and others." title="Miss Fanny and others." /> +<span class="caption">Miss Fanny and others.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> +<h2>II.</h2> + + +<p>One day Flora Lee came to see Nellie +Green, and to spend the afternoon with her.</p> + +<p>It was in the month of November, and +the weather was too cold to permit them to +play in the garden; so they said they would +have a good time in the house.</p> + +<p>Katy Green had to go away, and could +not play with them. Nellie was very sorry +for this, for she not only liked to have her +sister with her, but she also wanted the +company of Lady Jane.</p> + +<p>She told Flora how sorry she was, and +they agreed that it was too bad Katy had to +go away, for she was older than they, and +could help them a great deal in their plays. +Besides, they wanted one fine lady among<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> +the dollies, for they had a certain play which +required just such a person.</p> + +<p>"I wish I had brought Miss Dolly with +me. I guess she is fine enough," said Flora.</p> + +<p>"I wish you had," replied Nellie; "but +as you have not, we can't help it now. I +dare say Miss Fanny will do."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what you can do, Nellie."</p> + +<p>"What?"</p> + +<p>"You can just ask Katy," said Nellie, at +last.</p> + +<p>"Why not? She will let you have her. +Of <i>course</i> she will let you have her," added +Flora, warmly.</p> + +<p>"I don't think she will. You know we +might break her neck, or lose off her legs +or arms; or we might dirty her white silk +dress."</p> + +<p>"But we will be very careful. Let us go +and ask her. It won't do any harm to +ask her, you know. She can't do any more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +than refuse."</p> + +<p>Nellie did not like to be refused, and she +tried to prevent Flora from going any +farther in the matter. She was sorry to +have it appear that her sister was selfish, +and she thought more of this than she did of +being refused.</p> + +<p>Flora said so much that at last she +thought Katy might let her have the doll, +and they ran downstairs to the sitting room, +to have the matter settled.</p> + +<p>"Will you lend us your dolly, Katy?" +asked Nellie, and the tones of her voice +showed how doubtful she was of the result +of the question.</p> + +<p>"What dolly do you mean?" asked Katy.</p> + +<p>"Your wax dolly—Lady Jane."</p> + +<p>"I am very sure I shall not," replied +Katy.</p> + +<p>"We will be very careful of her," added +Flora. "We won't let her be hurt a bit—you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> +may depend on that."</p> + +<p>"I'm not going to let you have my dolly +to break and spoil—I'm sure I shall not," +said Katy, who even seemed to be angry +because she was asked.</p> + +<p>"But don't I say we won't hurt it a bit?" +continued Flora. "And when you come +over to my house, you shall have my dolly +just as long as you want her; and her house +too, and all the chairs and tables and +things."</p> + +<p>"I don't want them."</p> + +<p>"Do please to let us have Lady Jane," +teased Nellie. "We want her ever so much; +and I know she won't get broken or dirty. +Please to lend her to us, Katy."</p> + +<p>"I shan't do any such thing; so it's no +use to tease me. Why don't you play with +your own dollies? I won't lend Lady Jane—that's +flat."</p> + +<p>Nellie felt so bad she could not help crying,—not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> +because she could not have the +doll, but because her sister was so harsh and +unkind. She would not have cared so much +if Flora had not been there, for she did not +like to have her see her sister behave in this +manner.</p> + +<p>Poor Flora wanted to cry, too, when she +saw how badly Nellie felt; but she tried to +be brave, and placed her arm round her +friend's neck, as if to let her know that +she would be kind to her.</p> + +<p>"Come, Nellie, let's go upstairs again. +We won't say anything more about it," +said Flora; and she led her out of the room.</p> + +<p>"Now you won't like Katy, after this," +replied Nellie.</p> + +<p>"O, yes, I will."</p> + +<p>"Katy would have lent us the dolly, only +Aunt Jane gave it to her, and she is afraid +it will be broken. If it hadn't been for +this, she would have lent us Lady Jane—I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> +know she would," added Nellie, wiping +away her tears.</p> + +<p>"I dare say she would; but we won't +think anything more about it. And when I +come over again, sometime, I will bring her +something, just to show her that I don't +feel hard towards her."</p> + +<p>"What a dear, good girl you are, Flora! +I was afraid you would hate her after what +she said."</p> + +<p>"O, dear, no, I should hope not. My +mother <ins title="Changed typo 'tell' to 'tells'">tells</ins> me I must love those who don't +do what I want them to; and I try to do so; +but it is very hard sometimes. I wish you +had a wax doll, Nellie. You ought to have +one, you are such a good girl, and love your +sister so much, even when she is not kind to +you."</p> + +<p>"I wish I had one; it would be so nice +to have one like Lady Jane. I should be +so happy; but then if only one of us can have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> +one, I would rather Katy had it than have +it myself."</p> + +<p>"You are not a bit selfish, Nellie. Do +you know what <i>selfish</i> means? I do."</p> + +<p>"I guess I do. It means when you have +an apple or any candy to refuse to give a +part to your sister."</p> + +<p>"Yes, or to anybody that happens to be +with you. Candy is good, but don't you like +to see others eat it almost as well as you +do to eat it yourself?"</p> + +<p>"Well, yes, I think I do."</p> + +<p>"Then you know just what I mean, and +I guess we'll play 'visiting' now."</p> + +<p>"So we will; and Miss Fanny shall be +the great lady, and Dinah shall be her +servant."</p> + +<p>"Yes, and this shall be her house," said +Nellie, as she placed Miss Fanny in a large +arm chair which they were to "make believe"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +was her elegant mansion.</p> + +<p>"You shall stay here, and I will bring +Miss Mary to visit Miss Fanny."</p> + +<p>Flora bounded over to the other side of +the room, which was supposed to be the +home of the other dolls, and Miss Mary, in +spite of her broken leg, was soon on her +way to visit the fine lady.</p> + +<p>"Ting, a ling, a ling!" said Flora, which +meant that the caller had rung the bell, and +Dinah <ins title="Changed typo 'apeared' to 'appeared'">appeared</ins> at the door.</p> + +<p>"Is Miss Fanny at home?" asked Flora, +speaking for the lady with the broken leg.</p> + +<p>"No, marm, she is not," replied Nellie, +who had to speak for Dinah, because, though +her mouth was very large, she could not +speak for herself.</p> + +<p>"What an awful fib!" cried Flora. +"There she is; don't I see her through the +door?"</p> + +<p>"But that's just the way some of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +fine folks do," replied Nellie, laughing at +Flora's earnestness.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill-135tn.jpg" width="400" height="323" alt="The Christmas present." title="The Christmas present." /> +<span class="caption">The Christmas present.</span> +</div> + +<p>"It is an awful story, and I wouldn't say +it even in fun."</p> + +<p>Nellie said she would not say it again, +only she wanted to have Miss Fanny do just +as the big folks did. And so they played +all the afternoon, though Lady Jane did<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +not honor them with her company. All +the dollies paid lots of visits; and Flora +went home.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 279px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-137tn.jpg" width="279" height="400" alt="Katy unhappy." title="Katy unhappy." /> +<span class="caption">Katy unhappy.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p> +<h3>III.</h3> + + +<p>When Flora reached home she told her +mother what a nice time she had, and what +splendid visits Miss Lucy and Miss Mary +and Miss Susie had made to Miss Fanny.</p> + +<p>She could not help telling her mother +what a good girl Nellie was, and how she +loved her sister, even when she was unkind +and spoke pettishly to her.</p> + +<p>Then she told her how much she wished +Nellie had a wax doll, with real hair, and +a white silk dress. Mrs. Lee thought such a +good girl ought to have one, and the very +next time she went to the city, she bought +the prettiest wax doll she could find for +her.</p> + +<p>Flora was full of joy when she saw the +doll, and learned whom it was for. She was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +a great deal happier than if the doll had +been bought for herself; and she wanted to +run right over to Mr. Green's with the +beautiful present. She longed to see the +eyes of Nellie sparkle as she saw the doll, +and to hear what she would say when told +it was for her. But Mrs. Lee thought they +had better keep the doll till Christmas, and +let her find it with her stocking in the morning.</p> + +<p>"But then I shan't see her when she first +gets the dolly," said Flora.</p> + +<p>"That is true; but you must write a little +note, which shall be pinned on the doll's +dress."</p> + +<p>"That will be splendid, mother! And +I will go right away and write the note +now."</p> + +<p>Flora got a pencil and a piece of paper, +and seated herself in the corner. She +worked away for half an hour as busy as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> +a bee, and then she carried the note to her +mother. She was not much of a writer, +having been to school only a year. She +could only print the note.</p> + +<p>Flora was very fond of writing notes, +and long before she could make a single +letter, she would fill up a piece of paper +with pothooks and spiders' legs, and send +them to her mother and Frank.</p> + +<p>She did not spell all the words right, but +her mother told her how to correct them, +and then she printed the note over again, +on a nice sheet of gilt-edged paper. Thinking +my little friends might want to see +this note, I place a copy of it in the book, +just exactly as she wrote it.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 375px;"> +<img src="images/ill-142tn.jpg" width="375" height="400" alt="Dear Nellie +This +Dolly Is From Me. +I Love You Very +Much And I Wish +You A Merry +Christmas. + +Flora Lee." title="Dear Nellie +This +Dolly Is From Me. +I Love You Very +Much And I Wish +You A Merry +Christmas. + +Flora Lee." /> +</div> + +<p>When Christmas morning came, Nellie<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +found the doll in a chair, close by her stocking. +I can't tell you how pleased she was, +but you can all guess. Then she took the +note from the dress, and read it. She was +more pleased than ever to find it was from +Flora.</p> + +<p>She almost cried with joy as she puzzled +out the note, and thought how kind Flora +and her mother were to remember her.</p> + +<p>"What a dear you are, Miss Dolly!" +said she, as she took up the doll and kissed +her, just as though she had been a real +live baby. "You and I shall be first-rate +friends, just as long as we live. I will take +such good care of you! Dear me! Why, +mother! Only think!"</p> + +<p>"What is the matter, Nellie?" asked Mrs. +Green, who was almost as much pleased as +her daughter.</p> + +<p>"Did you see that?"</p> + +<p>"What, child? What do you mean?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Did you see those eyes?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I see them."</p> + +<p>"Why, just as true as I am alive, she +moved them!"</p> + +<p>"I think not, my child. She is a very +handsome doll, but I don't think she could +move her eyes, if she tried ever so hard."</p> + +<p>"But she did; I know she did;" and +Nellie took hold of her head to examine it +more closely. As she did so, she bent the +body a little. "There! as true as I live, +she moved them again!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Green took the doll, and found that +the eyes did really move. It was funny, but +it was true. Mrs. Lee and Flora knew all +about it.</p> + +<p>The eyes were made of glass, and there +was something inside of the doll which +moved them when the body was bent.</p> + +<p>"Let me see," said Katy, who had been +looking on in silence all this time. Nellie<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +gave her the doll at once; and she bent the +body and saw the eyes move twenty times. +The happy owner of Miss Dolly waited with +patience till her sister had done with her.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't aunt Jane get me one like +that, I wonder," said Katy, when she gave +the doll to Nellie.</p> + +<p>"I suppose she could not afford to buy +one like this, for she is not so rich as Mrs. +Lee."</p> + +<p>"But you shall have her to play with just +when you want her," said Nellie.</p> + +<p>"Pooh! I don't want your old dolly," +snarled Katy. "She isn't half so good as +mine. I would rather have Lady Jane than +have her, any day."</p> + +<p>"Why, then, did you wish your aunt +Jane had given you one like this?" asked +her mother.</p> + +<p>"I don't care for her old dolly! She may<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +keep it for all me," replied Katy.</p> + +<p>"But it shall be yours just as much as +mine, Katy," said Nellie, in tones so gentle +and sweet that her sister ought to have +kissed her for them, and loved her more +than she ever loved her before.</p> + +<p>But she did not. She was envious. She +was sorry the doll had been given to Nellie—sorry +because it was a prettier one than +her own. It was a very wicked feeling. +She had some presents of her own, but her +envy spoiled all the pleasure she might have +taken in them.</p> + +<p>Nellie was almost sorry the doll had been +given to her, when she saw how Katy felt +about it. Mrs. Green talked to the envious +girl till she cried, about her conduct. She +tried to make her feel how odious and +wicked envy made her.</p> + +<p>Whenever Katy saw the new doll, she +seemed to be angry with her sister. Poor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> +Nellie's pleasure was nearly spoiled, and +she even offered to exchange her doll for +Katy's, but her mother would not let her do +so.</p> + +<p>In a few days, however, she seemed to feel +better, and the two sisters had some good +times with their dolls. I say she seemed to +feel better, but she really did not. She did +not like it that Nellie's doll was a finer +one than her own.</p> + +<p>Yet Nellie was happier, for she thought +Katy was cured of her ill feeling. Then +she loved her doll more than ever. She was +a cunning little girl, and she thought so +much of her new friend that she always +used to say "Dolly and I."</p> + +<p>When her mother asked her where she +had been, she would reply, "Dolly and I +have been having a nice time upstairs." +"Dolly and I" used to do ever so many +things, and no two little ladies could ever<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> +enjoy themselves more than did Dolly and +Nellie.</p> + +<p>I am sorry to say that Katy did not +like Dolly at all. She could never forgive +her for moving her eyes, because Lady Jane +could not move hers. It is true that, after +she saw how silly and wicked her envy made +her appear to others, she tried very hard +not to show it.</p> + +<p>We may be just as wicked without showing +our sin to others, as we can be when we +let the world see just what we are. When +we are wicked, the sin is more in the heart +than in the actions.</p> + +<p>Men may seem to be very good when +they are really very bad, though people almost +always find out such persons. Katy +was just as wicked, just as envious, when +her sister thought she was kind and loving, +as she was on that Christmas morning, when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +the doll was found in the chamber.</p> + +<p>You will be surprised and sorry when you +see just how wicked her envy made her. +I shall tell you about it in the next chapter, +and I hope it will lead you to drive any +such feeling from your own hearts.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill-149tn.jpg" width="400" height="313" alt="What Katy did." title="What Katy did." /> +<span class="caption">What Katy did.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span><br /></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 284px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-151tn.jpg" width="284" height="400" alt="Nellie and Katy in their room." title="Nellie and Katy in their room." /> +<span class="caption">Nellie and Katy in their room.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p> +<h3>IV.</h3> + + +<p>Lady Jane and Miss Dolly were kept in +the lower drawer of the bureau, for they +were very fine young ladies, and Mrs. +Green wished to have them kept clean and +nice.</p> + +<p>One day, about two weeks after Miss +Dolly was given to Nellie, both she and +Katy had been playing with the dolls. +When the bell rang for tea, they ran downstairs; +but before they went they put the +dolls in the drawer. As they were in a +hurry, they were not very careful, and the +dresses of both the dolls were sadly tumbled.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Green, who was in the room, saw +in what manner Miss Dolly and Lady Jane +had been thrown into the drawer; and before<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> +she went down to tea, she took them +both out, smoothed down their dresses, and +put them back in a more proper manner.</p> + +<p>Katy and Nellie had had some talk about +their dolls; and the envious girl had said +hers was better than her sister's. Nellie +did not dispute with her about it, but she +saw that Katy had not got over that bad +feeling yet.</p> + +<p>The children ate their suppers, and not +a word more was said about the dolls; but +Katy looked very sour. She was thinking +about Miss Dolly's eyes, and wishing Lady +Jane's eyes would move like the other's.</p> + +<p>She finished her supper, and ran upstairs +again. By this time it was quite dark in +the room where the dolls were kept, and +Nellie and her mother wondered why she +went upstairs at that late hour.</p> + +<p>Katy was still thinking of those eyes.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> +She thought her aunt Jane was real mean +not to buy her such a doll; and then she +was very sorry that Flora's mother had +bought it for her sister.</p> + +<p>While she was thinking these wicked +thoughts she went to the bureau, and opened +the lower drawer. It was so dark she could +hardly see the dolls, but she took out one of +them.</p> + +<p>"Your dolly shall not be better than mine +any longer," said she to herself.</p> + +<p>As she said this, she took the scissors +from the work basket on the bureau, and +finding one of the eyes with her fingers, +she struck one of the points right into it. +Then she turned the scissors, so as entirely +to destroy the eye. Not content with this, +she spoiled the other eye in the same manner.</p> + +<p>"Now your doll isn't so good as mine,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> +anyhow," said she to herself, as she put the +poor spoiled lady back into the drawer.</p> + +<p>I would not have a little girl feel as she +felt then for all the world. Her heart was +full of envy and wickedness. To gratify +her ill feeling she had thrust the scissors +into the eyes of the doll. She knew how +badly her sister would feel, but she did not +care for this. Now Lady Jane was the best +doll, and she did not care for anything else.</p> + +<p>She staid in the room but a few moments. +Closing the drawer, she hastened downstairs, +and took a seat by the fire. She +tried to look as though nothing had happened; +but she was sour and sullen, for she +felt that she had done a very naughty act.</p> + +<p>"Come, Katy, let us go upstairs and +play with the dollies again," said Nellie, +when she had got through with her supper.</p> + +<p>"I don't want to," replied she, without<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> +even looking at her sister.</p> + +<p>"Do come, Katy."</p> + +<p>"I tell you I don't want to," snarled she.</p> + +<p>"You can bring your dolly downstairs, +and play with her here, Nellie," said her +mother.</p> + +<p>"May I, mother?"</p> + +<p>"You may—take a light with you."</p> + +<p>"I don't want any light, mother; I can +find her just as well in the dark;" and +away she ran to get the doll.</p> + +<p>Don't you think Katy trembled then? +She did tremble, like a leaf, and wished +she had not done the naughty deed. In +a moment Nellie would return with poor +Miss Dolly, whose eyes had been spoiled +with the scissors. She did not think it +would be found out so soon, and she could +not think what to say before the doll came +down.</p> + +<p>She felt just as though she should sink<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +through the floor, when Nellie came into +the room with the doll in her arms. There +would be an awful time in a moment, and +her father and mother would want to know +who had spoiled Miss Dolly's eyes.</p> + +<p>They knew she had been upstairs since +tea, and they would charge her with the +naughty act. She meant to deny it, for those +who are wicked enough to do such things +are almost always wicked enough to lie +about them.</p> + +<p>"Now won't you and I have a nice time, +Dolly?" said Nellie, as she rushed into the +sitting room, with the doll in her arms, +"Come, Katy, let's play Dolly is the Queen +of England."</p> + +<p>"I don't want to play."</p> + +<p>"Well—won't you make me a crown for +her?"</p> + +<p>"I can't."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p> + +<p>Katy was waiting for her sister to find out +the mischief that had been done, and she +dreaded the moment when she should do so. +She did not dare to look at her, for fear +her looks might betray her.</p> + +<p>"You shall be queen without any crown," +said Nellie, as she placed the doll on the +table. "This pincushion shall be your +throne. There, you look just like a queen—don't +she, mother?"</p> + +<p>"I think she does," replied Mrs. Green, +with a smile. "I hope she will be as good +as Queen Victoria."</p> + +<p>"She will, mother—only she ought to +have a crown."</p> + +<p>"I have got a piece of gilt paper upstairs, +and I will make her one. I'm going up in +a minute."</p> + +<p>Katy, not daring to look yet, did not +know what to think of this talk. How<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +could the doll look like a queen when her +eyes had been punched out with the scissors? +It was very strange to her, and she stole a +glance at the queenly Miss Dolly on the +table.</p> + +<p>There she was, seated on her pincushion +throne, just as if nothing had happened. +Her eyes were just as bright as ever, and as +Nellie bent her body, she moved them as +well as ever she could.</p> + +<p>Katy did not know what to make of it. +She had certainly driven the scissors into +the eyes of the doll as hard as she could; but +there was Miss Dolly as good as new. She +could not explain it, and it was of no use to +try.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Green brought down the scissors, +and cut out the crown. Then Miss Dolly +certainly looked like a queen, and Nellie +spent a very pleasant hour with her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> +majesty, till it was time for her to go to bed.</p> + +<p>Katy was very unhappy. She had not +done what she meant to do, and she was +filled with doubt. But she did not have to +wait long to find out what she had done. +When Mrs. Green went upstairs with the +children, Miss Dolly had to be put to bed +first, for she was a queen.</p> + +<p>When the bureau drawer was opened, +what do you think they saw? There lay +Lady Jane, with both of her eyes punched +out!</p> + +<p>Katy burst into tears when she saw that +her doll was entirely spoiled. Then she +found that she had made a mistake. In the +darkness she had punched out the eyes of +Lady Jane instead of Miss Dolly. This is +the way that wicked people often punish +themselves instead of others.</p> + +<p>Her mother had changed the places of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> +dolls in the drawer, and this was the reason +why Katy had made the mistake. Don't +you think it served her right?</p> + +<p>Katy felt so badly that she could not tell +any of the lies she had made up, and the +truth was found out by her mother. Mrs. +Green scolded her for what she had done, +and for what she meant to do. The naughty +girl cried herself to sleep that night, but +poor Lady Jane was utterly ruined.</p> + +<p>Nellie felt almost as bad as her sister, and +said all she could to console her. The next +day Katy was so ashamed of herself that she +did not wish to see anybody. But in a few +days she got over it; and her mother hoped +the affair would do her a great deal of good. +Whenever she showed a spirit of envy, Mrs. +Green reminded her of her doll, and she +tried to conquer the feeling; but it took +many years to cure her.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 267px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-163tn.jpg" width="267" height="400" alt="Mrs. Green scolding Katy." title="Mrs. Green scolding Katy." /> +<span class="caption">Mrs. Green scolding Katy.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span><br /></p> + +<p>When you envy others, although you may<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> +not punch out the eyes of your own doll, you +hurt yourself more than any one else.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p> + +<hr /><div class="pad"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> + +<h2>THE BIRTHDAY PARTY.</h2></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p> +<hr /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 306px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-169tn.jpg" width="306" height="400" alt=""Play us some tunes," said the children.—Page 211." title=""Play us some tunes," said the children.—Page 211." /> +<span class="caption">"Play us some tunes," said the children.—<a href="#Page_211">Page 211</a>.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> +</p> +<h2>THE BIRTHDAY PARTY.</h2> + +<h3>I.</h3> + + +<p>Flora Lee's birthday came in July. Her +mother wished very much to celebrate the +occasion in a proper manner. Flora was +a good girl, and her parents were always +glad to do anything they could to please +her, and to increase her happiness.</p> + +<p>They were very indulgent parents, and +as they had plenty of money, they could +afford to pay well for a "good time." Yet +they were not weak and silly in their indulgence. +As much as they loved their little +daughter, they did not give her pies and +cakes to eat when they thought such<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> +articles would hurt her.</p> + +<p>They did not let her lie in bed till noon +because they loved her, or permit her to do +anything that would injure her, either in +body or mind. Flora always went to +church, and to the Sunday school, and never +cried to stay at home. If she had cried, +it would have made no difference, for her +father and mother meant to have her do +right, whether she liked it or not.</p> + +<p>But Flora gave them very little trouble +about such matters. Her parents knew +best what was good for her, and she was +willing in all things to obey them. It was +for this reason that they were so anxious to +please her, even at the expense of a great +deal of time and money.</p> + +<p>The birthday of Flora came on Wednesday, +and school did not keep in the afternoon. +All the children, therefore, could +attend the party which they intended to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> +give in honor of the day.</p> + +<p>About a week before the time, Mrs. +Lee told Flora she might have the party, and +wanted her to make out a list of all the +children whom she wished to invite.</p> + +<p>"I want to ask all the children in Riverdale," +said Flora, promptly.</p> + +<p>"Not all, I think," replied Mrs. Lee.</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother, all of them."</p> + +<p>"But you know there are a great many +bad boys in town. Do you wish to invite +them?"</p> + +<p>"Perhaps, if we treat them well, they +will be made better by it."</p> + +<p>"Would you like to have Joe Birch come +to the party?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know, mother," said Flora, +musing.</p> + +<p>"I think you had better invite only those +who will enjoy the party, and who will not +be likely to spoil the pleasure of others. We<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> +will not invite such boys as Joe Birch."</p> + +<p>"Just as you think best, dear mother," +replied Flora. "Shall I ask such boys as +Tommy Woggs?"</p> + +<p>"Tommy isn't a bad boy," said Mrs. Lee, +with a smile.</p> + +<p>"I don't know that he is; but he is a very +queer fellow. You said I had better not +ask those who would be likely to spoil the +pleasure of others."</p> + +<p>"Do you think, my child, Tommy Woggs +will do so?"</p> + +<p>"I am afraid he would; he is such a queer +boy."</p> + +<p>"But Tommy is a great traveler, you +know," added Mrs. Lee, laughing.</p> + +<p>"The boys and girls don't like him, he +pretends to be such a big man. He knows +more than all the rest of the world put together—at +least, he thinks he does."</p> + +<p>"I think you had better ask him, for he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> +will probably feel slighted if you don't."</p> + +<p>"Very well, mother."</p> + +<p>"Now, Flora, I will take a pencil and +paper, and write down the names of all the +boys and girls with whom you are acquainted; +and you must be careful not to +forget any. Here comes Frank; he will +help you."</p> + +<p>Frank was told about the party, and he +was quite as much pleased with the idea as +his sister had been; and both of them began +to repeat the name of all the boys and girls +they could remember.</p> + +<p>For half an hour they were employed in +this manner, and then the list was read +over to them, so as to be sure that no names +had been omitted.</p> + +<p>Flora and Frank now went through all +the streets of Riverdale, in imagination, +thinking who lived in each house; and when +they had completed their journey in fancy,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span> +they felt sure they had omitted none.</p> + +<p>"But we must invite cousins Sarah and +Henry," said Flora. "O, I hope they will +come! Henry is so funny; we can't do without +them."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps they will come; at any rate +we will send them invitations," replied Mrs. +Lee.</p> + +<p>The next day, when the children had gone +to school, Mrs. Lee went to the office of the +Riverdale Gazette, which was the village +newspaper, and had the invitations printed +on nice gilt-edged paper.</p> + +<p>By the following day Mrs. Lee had written +in the names of the children invited, enclosed +the notes in envelopes, and directed +them. I will give you a copy of one of them, +that you may know how to write them when +you have a birthday party, though I dare +say it would do just as well if you go to +your friends and ask them to attend. If<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> +you change the names and dates, this note +will answer for any party.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Miss Flora Lee presents her compliments +to Miss Nellie Green, and requests the pleasure +of her company on Wednesday afternoon, +July 20.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Riverdale, July 15.</i><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p>"Those are very fine indeed," said Flora: +"shall I put on my bonnet, and carry out +some of them to-day?"</p> + +<p>"No, my child; it is not quite the thing +for you to carry your own invitations. I +will tell you what you may do. You may +hire David White to deliver them for you. +You must pay him for it; give him half a +dollar, which will be a good thing for him."</p> + +<p>This plan was adopted, and Frank was +sent with the notes and the money over to +the poor widow's cottage.</p> + +<p>"Don't you think it is very wicked,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> +mother, for rich folks to have parties, when +the money they cost will do so much good +to the poor?" asked Flora.</p> + +<p>"I do not think so, my dear child."</p> + +<p>"Well, I think so, mother," added Flora, +warmly.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you do not fully understand +it."</p> + +<p>"I think I do."</p> + +<p>"Why should it be wicked for you to +enjoy yourself?"</p> + +<p>"I don't think it is wicked to enjoy myself, +but only to spend money for such +things. You said you were going to have +the Riverdale Band, and that the music +would cost more than twenty dollars."</p> + +<p>"I did, and the supper will cost at least +twenty more; for I have spoken to the confectioner +to supply us with ice cream, cake, +jellies, and other luxuries. We shall have +a supply of strawberries and cream, and all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> +the nice things of the season. We must +also erect a tent in the garden, in which we +shall have the supper; but after tea I will +tell you all about it."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill-179tn.jpg" width="400" height="319" alt="Flora and her Father." title="Flora and her Father." /> +<span class="caption">Flora and her Father.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span><br /></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 334px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-181tn.jpg" width="334" height="400" alt="Writing the notes." title="Writing the notes." /> +<span class="caption">Writing the notes.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p> +<h3>II.</h3> + + +<p>Flora could not help thinking how much +good the forty dollars, which her father +would have to pay for the birthday party, +would do if given to the poor.</p> + +<p>It seemed to her just like spending the +money for a few hours' pleasure; and even +if they had a fine time, which she was quite +sure they would have, it would be soon over, +and not do any real good.</p> + +<p>Forty dollars was a great deal of money. +It would pay Mrs. White's rent for a whole +year; it would clothe her family, and feed +them nearly all the next winter. It appeared +to her like a shameful waste; and +these thoughts promised to take away a +great deal from the pleasure of the occasion.</p> + +<p>"I think, mother, I had just as lief not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> +have the band, and only have a supper of +bread and butter and seed cakes."</p> + +<p>"Why, Flora, what has got into you?" +said her father.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lee laughed at the troubled looks of +Flora, and explained to her father the +nature of her scruples in regard to the party.</p> + +<p>"Where did the child get this foolish +idea?" asked her father, who thought her +notions were too old and too severe for a +little girl.</p> + +<p>"Didn't I see last winter how much good +only a little money would do?" replied +Flora.</p> + +<p>"Don't you think it is wicked for me to +live in this great house, keep five or six +horses, and nine or ten servants, when I +could live in a little house, like Mrs. +White?" laughed Mr. Lee.</p> + +<p>"All the money you spend would take +care of a dozen families of poor folks," said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> +Flora.</p> + +<p>"That is very true. Suppose I should +turn away all the men and women that +work for me,—those, I mean, who work +about the house and garden,—and give the +money I spend in luxuries to the poor."</p> + +<p>"But what would John and Peter, +Hannah and Bridget do then? They would +lose their places, and not be able to earn +anything. Why, no, father; Peter has a +family; he has got three children, and he +must take care of them."</p> + +<p>"Ah, you begin to see it—do you?" said +Mr. Lee, with a smile. "All that I spend +upon luxury goes into the pockets of the +farmer, mechanic, and laborer."</p> + +<p>"I see that, father," replied Flora, looking +as bright as sunshine again; "but all +the money spent on my party will be wasted—won't +<ins title="Changed typo . to ?">it?"</ins></p> + +<p>"Not a cent of it, my child. If I were a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> +miser, and kept my money in an iron safe, +and lived like a poor man, I should waste +it then."</p> + +<p>"But twenty dollars for the Riverdale +Band is a great deal to give for a few hours' +service. It don't do any good, I think."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it does; music improves our minds +and hearts. It makes us happy. I have +engaged six men to play. They are +musicians only at such times as they can +get a job. They are shoemakers, also, and +poor men; and the money which I shall pay +them will help support their families and +educate them."</p> + +<p>"What a fool I was, father!" exclaimed +Flora.</p> + +<p>"O, no; not so bad as that; for a great +many older and wiser persons than yourself +have thought just what you think."</p> + +<p>"But the supper, father,—the ice cream, +the cake, and the lemonade,—won't all the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> +money spent for these things be wasted?"</p> + +<p>"No more than the money spent for the +music. The confectioner and those whom he +employs depend upon their work for the +means of supporting themselves and their +families."</p> + +<p>"So they do, father. And when you +have a party, you are really doing good to +the poor."</p> + +<p>"That depends upon circumstances," replied +Mr. Lee. "I don't think it would be +an act of charity for a person who could not +afford it to give a party. I only mean to +say that when we spend money for that +which does not injure us or anybody else, +what we spend goes into the pockets of +those who need it.</p> + +<p>"A party—a proper party, I mean, such +a one as you will have—is a good thing in +itself. Innocent amusement is just as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> +necessary as food and drink.</p> + +<p>"God has given me wealth, Flora, and he +expects me to do all the good I can with it. +I hold it as his steward. Now, when I pay +one of these musicians three or four dollars +for an afternoon's work, I do him a favor +as well as you and those whom you invite to +your party.</p> + +<p>"And I hope the party will make you love +one another more than ever before. I hope +the music will warm your hearts, and that +the supper will make you happy, and +render you thankful to the Giver of all +things for his constant bounty."</p> + +<p>"How funny that I should make such a +blunder!" exclaimed Flora. "I am sure +I shall enjoy my party a great deal more +now that I understand these things."</p> + +<p>"I hope you won't understand too much, +Flora. Suppose you had only a dollar, and +that it had been given you to purchase a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +story book. Then, suppose Mrs. White and +her children were suffering from want of +fuel and clothing. What would you do +with your dollar?"</p> + +<p>"I would—"</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute, Flora," interposed her +father. "When you buy the book, you pay +the printer, the paper maker, the bookseller, +the type founder, the miner who dug the +earth, the machinist who made the press, +and a great many other persons whose labor +enters into the making of a book—you pay +all these men for their labor; you give them +money to help take care of their wives and +children, their fathers and mothers. You +help all these men when you buy a book. +Now, what would you do with your dollar?"</p> + +<p>"I would give it to poor Mrs. White," +promptly replied Flora.</p> + +<p>"I think you would do right, for your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> +money would do more good in her hands. +The self-denial on your part would do you +good. I only wanted you to understand +that, when you bought a book,—even a book +which was only to amuse you,—the money +is not thrown away.</p> + +<p>"Riches are given to men for a good purpose; +and they ought to use their wealth for +the benefit of others, as well as for their own +pleasure. If they spend money, even for +things that are of no real use to them, it +helps the poor, for it feeds and clothes +them."</p> + +<p>Flora was much interested in this conversation, +and perhaps some of my young +friends will think she was an old head to +care for such things; but I think they can +all understand what was said as well as she +did.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-191tn.jpg" width="400" height="319" alt="On the Lawn." title="On the Lawn." /> +<span class="caption">On the Lawn.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p> +<h3>III.</h3> + + +<p>The great day at length arrived, and +everything was ready for the party. On +the lawn, by the side of the house, a large +tent had been put up, in which the children +were to have the feast.</p> + +<p>Under a large maple tree, near the tent, +a stage for the musicians had been erected. +Two swings had been put up; and there +was no good reason why the children should +not enjoy themselves to their hearts' content.</p> + +<p>I think the teachers in the Riverdale +school found it hard work to secure the attention +of their scholars on the forenoon of +that day, for all the boys and girls in the +neighborhood were thinking about the +party.</p> + +<p>As early as one o'clock in the afternoon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> +the children began to collect at the house of +Mr. Lee, and at the end of an hour all who +had received invitations were present. The +band had arrived, and at a signal from Mr. +Lee the music commenced.</p> + +<p>"Now, father, we are all here. What +shall we do?" asked Flora, who was so excited +she did not know which way to turn, +or how to proceed to entertain the party.</p> + +<p>"Wait a few minutes, and let the children +listen to the music. They seem to enjoy it +very well."</p> + +<p>"But we want to play something, father."</p> + +<p>"Very soon, my child, we will play something."</p> + +<p>"What shall we play, father?"</p> + +<p>"There are plenty of plays. Wouldn't +you like to march a little while to the +music?"</p> + +<p>"March?"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 240px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-195tn.jpg" width="240" height="400" alt="The Swing." title="The Swing." /> +<span class="caption">The Swing.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span><br /></p> + +<p>"Yes, march to the tune of 'Hail, Columbia.'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> +I will show you how to do it."</p> + +<p>"I don't know what you mean, father."</p> + +<p>"Well, I will show you in a few minutes."</p> + +<p>When the band had played a little longer, +Mr. Lee assembled the children in the middle +of the lawn, and asked them if they would +like to march.</p> + +<p>They were pleased with the idea, though +some of them thought it would be rather +tame amusement for such an exciting occasion.</p> + +<p>"You want two leaders, and I think you +had better choose them yourselves. It +would be the most proper to select two +boys."</p> + +<p>Mr. Lee thought the choice of the leaders +would amuse them; so he proposed that +they should vote for them.</p> + +<p>"How shall we vote, father?" asked +Frank.</p> + +<p>"Three of the children must retire, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> +pick out four persons; and the two of these +four who get the most votes shall be the +leaders."</p> + +<p>Mr. Lee appointed two girls and one boy +to be on this committee; but while he was +doing so, Tommy Woggs said he did not +think this was a good play.</p> + +<p>"I don't think they will choose the best +leaders," said Tommy.</p> + +<p>"Don't you, Mr. Woggs?" asked Mr. +Lee, laughing.</p> + +<p>"No, sir, I do not. What do any of these +boys know about such things!" said +Tommy, with a sneer. "I have been to +New York, and have seen a great many parades."</p> + +<p>"Have you, indeed?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, I have."</p> + +<p>"And you think you would make a better +leader than any of the others?"</p> + +<p>"I think so, sir."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p> + +<p>All the children laughed heartily at +Master Woggs, who was so very modest!</p> + +<p>"None of these boys and girls have ever +been to New York," added Tommy, his +vanity increasing every moment.</p> + +<p>"That is very true; and perhaps the +children will select you as their leader."</p> + +<p>"They can do as they like. If they want +me, I should be very willing to be their +leader," replied Tommy.</p> + +<p>It was very clear that Master Woggs had +a very good opinion of himself. He seemed +to think that the fact of his having been to +New York made a hero of him, and that all +the boys ought to take off their caps to +him.</p> + +<p>But it is quite as certain that the Riverdale +children did not think Master Woggs +was a very great man. He thought so much +of himself, that there was no room for others<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> +to think much of him.</p> + +<p>The committee of three returned in a few +minutes, and reported the names of four +boys to be voted for as the leaders. They +were Henry Vernon, Charley Green, David +White, and Tommy Woggs.</p> + +<p>The important little gentleman who had +been to New York, was delighted with the +action of the committee. He thought all +the children could see what a very fine leader +he would make, and that all of them would +vote for him.</p> + +<p>"What shall we do for votes, father?" +asked Frank.</p> + +<p>"We can easily manage that, Frank," replied +Mr. Lee.</p> + +<p>"We have no paper here."</p> + +<p>"Listen to me a moment, children," continued +Mr. Lee. "There are four boys to +be voted for; and we will choose one leader<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> +first, and then the other.</p> + +<p>"Those who want Henry Vernon for a +leader will put a blade of grass in the hat +which will be the ballot box; those who +want Charley Green will put in a clover +blossom; those who want David White will +put in a maple leaf; and those who want to +vote for Tommy Woggs will put in a—let +me see—put in a dandelion flower."</p> + +<p>The children laughed, for they thought +the dandelion was just the thing for Master +Woggs, who had been to New York.</p> + +<p>One of the boys carried round Mr. Lee's +hat, and it was found that Henry Vernon +had the most votes; so he was declared to +be the first leader.</p> + +<p>"Humph!" said Tommy Woggs. "What +does Henry Vernon know? He has never +been to New York."</p> + +<p>"But he lives in Boston," added Charley<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> +Green.</p> + +<p>"Boston is nothing side of New York."</p> + +<p>"I think Boston is a great place," replied +Charley.</p> + +<p>"That's because you have never been to +New York," said Master Woggs. "They +will, of course, all vote for me next time. If +they do, I will show them how things are +done in New York."</p> + +<p>"Pooh!" exclaimed Charley, as he left +the vain little man.</p> + +<p>While all the children were wondering +who would be the other leader, Flora was +electioneering among them for her favorite +candidate; that is, she was asking her +friends to vote for the one she wanted. Who +do you suppose it was? Master Woggs? +No. It was David White.</p> + +<p>The hat was passed round again, and +when the votes were counted, there was only +one single dandelion blossom found in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> +hat.</p> + +<p>Tommy Woggs was mad, for he felt that +his companions had slighted him; but it +was only because he was so vain and silly. +People do not often think much of those +who think a great deal of themselves.</p> + +<p>There was a great demand for maple +leaves, and David White was chosen the +second leader, and had nearly all the votes. +The boys then gave three cheers for the +leaders, and the lines were formed. Mr. +Lee told Henry and David just how they +were to march, and the band at once began +to play "Hail, Columbia."</p> + +<p>The children first marched, two by two, +round the lawn, and then down the center. +When they reached the end, one leader +turned off to the right, and the other to the +left, each followed by a single line of the +children.</p> + +<p>Passing round the lawn, they came together<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> +again on the other side. Then they +formed a great circle, a circle within a circle, +and concluded the march with the "grand +basket."</p> + +<p>This was certainly a very simple play, but +the children enjoyed it ever so much—I +mean all but vain Master Woggs, who was +so greatly displeased because he was not +chosen one of the leaders, that he said there +was no fun at all in the whole thing.</p> + +<p>About half an hour was spent in marching, +and then Mr. Lee proposed a second +game. The children wanted to march a +little longer; but there were a great number +of things to be done before night, and so it +was thought best, on the whole, to try a new +game.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-205tn.jpg" width="400" height="343" alt="The old fiddler." title="The old fiddler." /> +<span class="caption">The old fiddler.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p> +<h3>IV.</h3> + + +<p>When the children had done marching, +Mrs. Lee took charge of the games. Several +new plays, which none of them had +heard of before, were introduced. The +boys and girls all liked them very well, and +the time passed away most rapidly.</p> + +<p>Just before they were going to supper, an +old man, with a fiddle in his hand, tottered +into the garden, and down the lawn. He +was a very queer-looking old man. He had +long white hair, and a long white beard.</p> + +<p>He was dressed in old, worn-out, soldier +clothes, in part, and had a sailor's hat upon +his head, so that they could not tell +whether he was a soldier or a sailor.</p> + +<p>As he approached the children, they began +to laugh with all their might; and he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> +certainly was a very funny old man. His +long beard and hair, his tattered finery, +and his hobbling walk, would have made +almost any one laugh—much more a company +of children as full of fun as those who +were attending the birthday party.</p> + +<p>"Children," said the old man, as he took +off his hat and made a low bow, "I heard +there was a party here, and I came to play +the fiddle for you. All the boys and girls +like a fiddle, because it is so merry."</p> + +<p>"O mother! what did send that old man +here?" cried Flora.</p> + +<p>"He came of himself, I suppose," replied +Mrs. Lee, laughing.</p> + +<p>"I think it is too bad to laugh at an old +man like him," added Flora.</p> + +<p>"It would be, if he were in distress; but +don't you see he is as merry as any of the +children?"</p> + +<p>"Play us some tunes," said the children.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I will, my little <ins title="Added missing quote">dears;"</ins> and the old man +raised the fiddle. "Let's see—I will play +'Napoleon's Grand March.'"</p> + +<p>The fiddler played, but he behaved so +queerly that the children laughed so loud +they could hardly hear the music.</p> + +<p>"Why, that's 'Yankee <ins title="Added missing quote">Doodle,'"</ins> said +Henry Vernon; and they all shouted at the +idea of calling that tune "Napoleon's +Grand March."</p> + +<p>"Now I will play you the solo to the +opera of 'La Sonnambula,'" said the old +man.</p> + +<p>"Whew!" said Henry.</p> + +<p>The old man fiddled again, with the same +funny movements as before.</p> + +<p>"Why, that's 'Yankee Doodle' too!" exclaimed +Henry.</p> + +<p>"I guess he don't know any other tune."</p> + +<p>"You like that tune so well, I will play +you 'Washington's March;'" and the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> +funny old fiddler, with a great flourish, +began to play again; but still it was +"Yankee Doodle."</p> + +<p>And so he went on saying he would play +many different tunes, but he played nothing +but "Yankee Doodle."</p> + +<p>"Can't you tell us a story now?" asked +Charley Green.</p> + +<p>"O, yes, my little man, I can tell you a +story. What shall it be?"</p> + +<p>"Are you a soldier or a sailor?"</p> + +<p>"Neither, my boy."</p> + +<p>"The story! the story!" shouted the +boys, very much excited.</p> + +<p>"Some years ago I was in New York," the +old man commenced.</p> + +<p>"Did you see me there?" demanded +Tommy Woggs.</p> + +<p>"Well, my little man, I don't remember +that I saw you."</p> + +<p>"O, I was there;" and Tommy thrust<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> +his hands down to the bottom of his pockets, +and strutted up the space between the children +and the comical old fiddler.</p> + +<p>"I did see a very nice-looking little gentleman—"</p> + +<p>"That was me," pompously added +Tommy.</p> + +<p>"He was stalking up Broadway. He +thought everybody was looking at and admiring +him; but such was not the case. He +looked just like—just like—"</p> + +<p>"Like me?" asked Tommy.</p> + +<p>"Like a sick monkey," replied the fiddler.</p> + +<p>"Go on with your story."</p> + +<p>"I will, children. Several years ago I +was in New York. It is a great city; if +you don't believe it, ask Master Tommy +Woggs."</p> + +<p>"You tell <ins title="Removed duplicate 'the'">the</ins> truth, Mr. Fiddler. It +is a great city, and I have been all over it, +and can speak from observation," replied<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> +Master Woggs.</p> + +<p>"The story!" shouted the children.</p> + +<p>"I was walking up Broadway. This +street is always crowded with people, as well +as with carts and carriages."</p> + +<p>"I have seen that street," said Tommy.</p> + +<p>"Now you keep still a few minutes, +Tommy, if you can," interposed Mrs. Lee.</p> + +<p>"At the corner of Wall Street—"</p> + +<p>"I know where that is," exclaimed +Tommy.</p> + +<p>"At the corner of Wall Street there was +a man with a kind of cart, loaded with +apples and candy, which he was selling to +the passers by. Suddenly there came a stage +down the street, and ran into the apple +cart."</p> + +<p>"I saw the very same thing done," added +Tommy, with his usual self-important air.</p> + +<p>"Keep still, Tom Woggs," said Charley<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> +Green.</p> + +<p>"The apples were scattered all over the +sidewalk; yet the man picked up all but one +of them, though he was very angry with the +driver of the stage for running against his +cart."</p> + +<p>"Why didn't he pick up the other apple?" +asked Henry.</p> + +<p>"A well-dressed man, with big black +whiskers, picked that up. 'Give it to me,' +said the apple man. 'I will not,' replied +the man with whiskers. The apple merchant +was as mad as he could be; and +then the man with black whiskers put his +hand in his pocket and drew out a knife. +The blade was six inches long."</p> + +<p>"O, dear me!" exclaimed Flora.</p> + +<p>"Raising the knife, he at once moved +towards the angry apple merchant, and—and—"</p> + +<p>"Well, what?" asked several, eagerly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And cut a piece out of the apple, and +put it in his mouth."</p> + +<p>The children all laughed heartily, for they +were sure the man with the whiskers was +going to stab the apple merchant.</p> + +<p>"He then took two cents from his pocket, +paid for the apple, and went his way," continued +the old man. "Now, there is one +thing more I can do. I want to run a race +with these boys."</p> + +<p>"Pooh! You run a race!" sneered +Charley.</p> + +<p>"I can beat you."</p> + +<p>"Try it, and see."</p> + +<p>The old man and Charley took places, and +were to start at the word from Henry. But +when it was given, the fiddler hobbled off, +leaving Charley to follow at his leisure.</p> + +<p>When the old man had got half way +round the lawn, Charley started, sure he +could catch him long before he reached the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span> +goal. But just as the boy was coming up +with the man, the latter began to run, and +poor Charley found, much to his surprise, +that he ran very fast. He was unable to +overtake him, and consequently lost the race.</p> + +<p>The children were much astonished when +they saw the old man run so fast. He appeared +to have grown young all at once. +But he offered to race with any of the boys +again; and half a dozen of them agreed to +run with him.</p> + +<p>"I guess I will take my coat off this time," +said the fiddler.</p> + +<p>As he threw away the coat, he slipped off +the wig and false beard he wore; and the +children found, to their surprise, that the +old man was Mr. Lee, who had dressed himself +up in this disguise to please them.</p> + +<p>The supper was now ready, and all the +children were invited to the tent. They had +played so hard that all of them had excellent<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> +appetites, and the supper was just as +nice as a supper could be.</p> + +<p>It was now nearly dark, and the children +had to go home; but all of them declared +the birthday party of Flora was the best +they ever attended.</p> + +<p>"Only to think," said Flora, when she +went to bed that night, "the old fiddler was +my father!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 295px;"><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></p> +<img src="images/ill-217tn.jpg" width="295" height="400" alt="Flora's good-bye." title="Flora's good-bye." /> +<span class="caption">Flora's good-bye.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> + +<hr /> +<table border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="2" summary="Poem Text"><tr><td> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span></p> +<h2>LIZZIE.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Mother, what ails our Lizzie dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So cold and still she lies?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She does not speak a word to-day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And closed her soft blue eyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why won't she look at me again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And laugh and play once more?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot make her look at me<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she used to look before.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her face and neck as marble white,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, O, so very cold!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why don't you warm her, mother dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your cloak around her fold?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her little hand is cold as ice,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span> +<span class="i2">Upon her waveless breast,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So pure, I thought I could see through,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The little hand I pressed.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Your darling sister's dead, my child;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She cannot see you now:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The damps of death are gath'ring there<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon her marble brow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She cannot speak to you again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her lips are sealed in death;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That little hand will never move,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor come that fleeting breath.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All robed in white, and decked with flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We'll lay her in the tomb;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The flower that bloomed so sweetly here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No more on earth will bloom;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in our <ins title="Changed typo 'heart's' to 'hearts'">hearts</ins> we'll lay her up,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> +<span class="i2">And love her all the more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because she died in life's spring time,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ere earth had won her o'er.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nay, nay, my child, she is not dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Although she slumbers there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cold and still her marble brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And free from pain and care.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She slept, and passed from earth to heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And won her early crown:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An angel now she dwells above,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And looks in triumph down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She is not dead, for Jesus died<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That she might live again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Forbid them not," the Saviour said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And blessed dear sister then.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her little lamp this morn went out<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> +<span class="i2">On earth's time-bounded shore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But angels bright in heaven this morn<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Relighted it once more.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some time we, too, shall fall asleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wake in heaven above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And meet our angel Lizzie there<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In realms of endless love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll bear sweet sister in our hearts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And then there'll ever be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An angel there to keep our souls<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From sin and sorrow free.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</td></tr></table> + +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Proud and Lazy, by Oliver Optic + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PROUD AND LAZY *** + +***** This file should be named 24415-h.htm or 24415-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/4/4/1/24415/ + +Produced by David Garcia, Suzan Flanagan, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library.) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Proud and Lazy + A Story for Little Folks + +Author: Oliver Optic + +Release Date: January 24, 2008 [EBook #24415] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PROUD AND LAZY *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Suzan Flanagan, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library.) + + + + + + + The Riverdale Stories + + PROUD AND LAZY + + A STORY FOR LITTLE FOLKS + + BY + + OLIVER OPTIC + + AUTHOR OF "THE BOAT CLUB," "ALL ABOARD," "NOW OR NEVER," + "TRY AGAIN," "POOR AND PROUD," "THE WOODVILLE + STORIES," ETC., ETC. + + + + + NEW YORK + HURST & COMPANY + PUBLISHERS + + + + +PROUD AND LAZY. + +I. + + +Tommy Woggs was a funny little boy. He was very proud and very +lazy. He seemed to think he was a great man, and that other people +lived only to serve and obey him. + +None of the boys and girls liked him, because he used to order them +round, and because he thought himself so much better than they +were. + +Tommy's father was a doctor, and a rich man. He could afford to +have servants to wait upon his son, but he was not quite rich +enough to spoil the child by letting him do as he pleased. + +There are some things that wealth cannot purchase. It will not buy +wisdom, for all the money in the world would not teach a person +even to perform a simple question in arithmetic. + +It will not buy the love and respect of others. Many rich men are +hated and despised by nearly all who know them. + +So Tommy's father could not buy an education for his son, nor would +wealth win for him the esteem of his companions. He must study like +the children of poor people if he wanted to be wise; and he must +treat them well, in order to obtain their good will. + +Tommy did not like to study, and he did like to command others. He +wished every body to think that he was better than they, because he +had been to New York, and because his father was rich. + +Children are just like men and women. They always find out the +really good boys and girls, and love and respect them. And they +never think much of those who think too much of themselves. + +When Tommy was eight years old, his father sent him to the village +school. It was a public school, and it was the best in the town. He +had learned his letters at home, and was able to read a very +little. + +At first he was pleased with the idea of going to school, and did +not even tell his mother he would not go. He was very apt to say he +would not do anything, when he was told to do it. + +I am sorry to add that his parents were very much to blame, for he +was an only child, and they did not like to cross him. They did not +make him "mind," as all good parents ought to do, and as all good +children are willing to do. He used to have his own way; and when +he went to school, he hardly knew what it was to obey. + +Miss Dale, the teacher, gave him a good seat, when he first went to +school, and spoke very kindly to him. For two or three days he got +along quite well. It was a new thing to him, and he was pleased +with the school and the teacher. + +But in a little while he was tired of the place, and of the +teacher, and he had yet to learn that he could not always have his +own way. + +On the fourth day of his school-life, when Miss Dale called him up +to read, he made up his mind that he would not read. + +"I don't want to read," said he. + +"Perhaps you don't, Thomas. Do you know what your father sends you +to school for?" replied Miss Dale. + +"No, I don't." + +"You must not speak so to me. Come here." + +"I won't." + +"Don't be naughty, Thomas. I asked you to come to me." + +"I won't." + +"If you won't come, I shall bring you." + +Tommy didn't exactly know what to make of this; but the teacher did +not give him much time to think about it, for she took him by the +collar of his coat, and, in spite of his kicking and screaming, +dragged him up to the desk. + +"Now, stand there, Thomas; and if you are a good boy, and obey me, +I will not hurt you at all." + +"I won't be a good boy," growled Tommy; and when Miss Dale let go +of him, he threw himself on the floor and began to kick and scream +as though he had been mad. + +The teacher opened her desk, and took out a little stick. Tommy did +not like the looks of the stick, but he kept on kicking and +screaming. + +"Get up, Thomas," said Miss Dale. + +"I won't," screamed Tommy, very loud. + +"Won't you?" + +"No, I won't." + +"Then I shall whip you." + +"No, you won't," yelled Tommy. + +But he was mistaken. Miss Dale would and did whip him, till he was +glad to get up. He found the little stick was a thing not to be +trifled with, for it made him smart so he could not bear the pain. + +"I'm going home," said Tommy. + +"Not yet, Thomas." + +"Yes, I will." + +"I think not. Now, pick up your book, and be a good boy." + +"I won't." + +Then a smart cut of the stick upon one of his legs made him scream +with pain again. + +"Pick up your book, now, Thomas." + +"I'll tell my mother of you," snarled Tommy, as he picked up the +book. + +"You may, if you choose. Now open your book." + +He did not mind, and again he felt the terrible stick, which caused +him to obey. + +"Now, Thomas," said Miss Dale, as she put the stick in the desk, +"when I tell you to do anything, you must obey me." + +"I won't, either." + +"You must not say you won't to me." + +"Yes, I will." + +The teacher opened the desk and took out the stick again. + +"Will you?" + +"Yes, I will." + +Tommy felt the stick once more; and this time blow followed blow +till Tommy, of his own accord, promised not to use the naughty +words again. + +"Now, Thomas, if you will be a good boy you will not have any more +trouble. You must do what I tell you to do, and not be saucy to +me." + +"I'll tell my mother of you. She don't whip me," muttered Tommy. + +"You may tell your mother, and if she does not wish you to mind, +she must not send you here. But I think she wants you to be a good +boy, obey your teacher, and get your lessons." + +"No, she don't," said Tommy, who was not quite willing to be good +yet. + +"Well, it does not make any difference whether she does or not; you +must mind all I say if you come to school here." + +Miss Dale then heard him read; but he did not do very well. He was +thinking all the time what he could do that was naughty; but as he +kept one eye on the little stick, he did not venture again to +disobey or to be saucy. + +When he went home that day he told his mother he was not going to +school any more; and perhaps she would have let him have his own +way. But his father, when he heard what Miss Dale had done, said he +was glad she had made him mind, and that he should go to school in +the afternoon. + +[Illustration: Tommy makes a mistake.] + +To make the matter sure, Dr. Woggs went to school with him himself, +and told the teacher to make a good boy of him, if she could, and +above all things to make him obey her. So Tommy got the worst of +it, after all. + +[Illustration: Tommy and his Father.] + + + + +II. + + +Tommy Woggs learned to obey while he was in school. That little +stick produced a great change in him; but after the first week, +Miss Dale did not have occasion to use it again. + +He found that he must mind, and he had sense sufficient to see that +it was just as easy to obey before he was whipped, or even scolded, +as it was afterwards. + +It was the next year after Tommy began to go to school that he went +to New York. It was a great thing for a little boy like him to go +away so far, and see so many wonderful things; and his companions, +for a time, thought he was a real hero. + +When he came back he told ever so many stories of what he had +seen--of the fine buildings in New York, of the great crowds of +people in Broadway, and the sights he saw at the Museum. + +But the children soon grew tired of it, and did not want to hear +any more of Tommy's stories. I think it quite likely that, if Tommy +had not been so smart about it, they would have been glad to hear a +great deal more about New York. + +But I have another story to tell about Tommy; and I hope it will +convince all my young readers that it is better to obey their +parents, even if they are not punished, than it is to disregard +what they tell them. + +I have said that Tommy was proud and lazy. He was so proud he did +not like to mind; and so lazy that he did not like to go to school, +because he had to study there, and learn his lessons. + +One fine morning in June, when the birds were singing on all the +trees, and the grass looked bright and green on the hills, Tommy +left his father's house to go to school. + +He did not want to go to school that day. He told his mother it was +too pleasant to be shut up in a school room all day, and he begged +that he might be permitted to stay at home. + +"No, Tommy, you must go to school. Your father says that you must +not stay at home a single day, unless you are sick." + +This was about an hour before school time, and the lazy boy sat on +the door stone, for a while, and then came back and told his mother +he did not feel very well. + +"What ails you, Tommy?" asked his mother. + +"I'm sick." + +"Not very sick, I think." + +"Yes, I am; real sick." + +Just then his father came in, and heard his complaint. + +"How long have you felt sick, Tommy?" asked his father. + +"Ever since I got up," replied Tommy, placing his hand upon his +stomach. + +"You ate your breakfast very well for a sick boy." + +"I feel worse since I ate my breakfast," said the little boy, +trying very hard to look sick. + +"What ails you?" + +"I feel sick at the stomach." + +"Well, I think you will feel better by and by," added Dr. Woggs. + +"But I can't go to school, father." + +"O, you can't?" said his father, with a smile. + +"I don't feel able to go." + +"Then you needn't go." + +Tommy was much pleased to find he had gained his point; and he did +not think of the wicked lies he had told. His father said he might +stay away from school that day, and this was all he wanted. + +He had a pair of rabbits in the wood shed, and without thinking +that he was sick, he was going out to play with them. + +"Where are you going, Tommy?" asked his father. + +"Out in the wood shed to see my rabbits." + +"I thought you were sick." + +"So I am, father." + +"Then sit down on the sofa, and I will attend to you in a moment. +Do you feel very sick?" + +"I'm real bad, father," replied Tommy, quickly, for he was afraid +his father would send him to school, after all. + +Dr. Woggs opened a drawer in his bookcase, and took out a little +jar, filled with a kind of yellow powder. He then asked Mrs. Woggs +to get him a little molasses in a cup, and a teaspoon. + +Tommy turned pale then, for he knew all about that powder in the +little jar. + +"Now, my son, we will make you well by to-morrow, so that you will +be able to go to school again," said Dr. Woggs, as he took the +cover off the jar. + +Tommy began to cry, for he would rather have taken a whipping than +a dose of that nasty, yellow powder. + +"What's the matter, Tommy? Do you feel worse?" asked his father. + +"I don't want to take any of that stuff," whined the poor little +invalid. + +"I know, Tommy, it isn't pleasant to take; but when we are sick, we +must take something to keep us from getting any worse." + +"I don't want to take it, father. It always makes me a good deal sicker +than I was before--it does indeed, father." + +"That's very true, my boy; but, for all that, you must take it. We +very often have to make folks worse before they can be any better. +It always hurts to set a broken arm or leg; but no one would think +of letting it remain unset because the operation is painful." + +His mother soon came with the cup of molasses, and Dr. Woggs put +some of the yellow powder into it, and stirred up the mixture. + +"I don't want to take it, father," cried Tommy, who was trembling +with dread at the very thought of the nasty stuff. + +"I can't help it, my boy. You must take it," said the doctor, in +such a tone that the poor boy felt he must obey, or confess that he +had told a falsehood. + +"I can't take it, father," he groaned. + +"Poor boy! I know it is not good; but only think how sick you are! +Why, you are so bad that you cannot go to school." + +"I will go to school," whined Tommy. + +"What! when you are sick?" asked his father. "O, no; you must not +go to school when you are sick; it is a bad place for sick boys. +Take the medicine, stay at home and get well." + +"I will go to school," repeated Tommy, earnestly. + +"Not when you are sick, my son." + +"I'm not sick, father." + +"Not sick!" + +"No, father." + +"Didn't you say only a few moments since that you were sick--real +bad?" + +"But I am much better now; and I think I am able to go to school." + +"You may be sick again, my son." + +"I shall not, father; I know I shall not." + +"I think you had better take the medicine to prevent another +attack." + +"No, father; I wasn't sick at all," said the little boy, very +sheepishly. + +Dr. Woggs scolded him in a most severe manner for the falsehood he +had uttered, and then sent him to school. He ought to have +remembered this lesson. It was the last time that Tommy ever +pretended he was sick, as that disgusting yellow powder frequently +showed itself to his imagination. + +I don't think it would answer for many parents to do as Tommy's +father did; but he was a doctor, and understood the case. + +[Illustration: Tommy had been in New York.] + + + + +III. + + +It was a beautiful morning in June when Tommy Woggs left his home +to go to school, after the events which I have related in the last +chapter. + +He did not want to go to school--of course he did not, or he would +not have pretended to be sick, that he might stay at home. The +grass looked so green, and the birds sang so sweetly, that he +wished to have a good time with them in the fields. + +If he had been a good boy, and had always done his duty in school, +he would not have felt so; and he was just as much to blame for +feeling wrong as he was for doing wrong. + +I have always noticed that children who behave well, and get their +lessons, like to be in school. It is a pleasant place to them. And +doing right always makes us happy, wherever we are. + +But those who are naughty, and neglect their duties, are always in +trouble; and for this reason they hate school. It is their own +fault, however, that they dislike it, for if they did right, they +would be happy not only there, but everywhere else. + +Tommy dragged along the street like a snail, or like a sheep led to +the slaughter. When he got about half way to the school house, he +met Joe Birch and Ben Tinker. + +My readers already know Joe Birch, and know that he was a bad boy; +and I suppose, after being told that Ben Tinker was his constant +companion, they can easily guess what kind of a boy he was. They +were very much alike, and were the leaders in all the mischief done +in Riverdale. + +"Where are you going, Tommy?" asked Ben. + +"I am going to school," he replied, stopping to talk with the two +boys, who were seated on a rock at the side of the road. + +"Have you got any money, Tom?" said Joe. + +"No, I haven't." + +"'Cause, if you've got three cents about you, I will tell you +something." + +"What?" inquired Tommy, without thinking of the price which the bad +boy asked for his important information. + +"That's telling," replied Joe, winking at his companion. + +"Won't you tell me?" + +"Give me three cents, and I will." + +"I haven't got three cents; but I will give them to you some time." + +"I won't trust you. Give me the money now, and I will tell you all +about it," added Joe. + +"How can I give it to you when I haven't got it?" + +The two bad boys saw that he was willing enough to pay them for +what they had to tell him, and they had only to devise a plan by +which he could raise the funds. + +"Are you going to school, Tom?" asked Joe Birch. + +"Yes." + +"What for?" + +"Because my father makes me go. I tried to get off this morning. I +made believe sick; but father was going to make me take some of his +nasty physic, and I thought I'd rather go to school than do that." + +"I can tell you how you can stay away from school without taking +any physic." + +"How?" + +"Give me the three cents, and I will tell you." + +"I haven't them; if I had I would." + +"Well, I will tell you how to get them, if you like." + +"How?" + +"Go home to your mother, and tell her the schoolma'am sent you home +for three cents to buy a new book." + +"I'll do that," replied Tommy, not stopping to think how wicked was +the act which the bad boy proposed to him. + +"Mind you, Tom, go to your mother--don't go to your father." + +Tommy promised to do just as he was told by these bad boys, and ran +home with all his might, to get the money for them. His mother did +not stop to ask him any questions, though she wondered what book he +could buy for three cents. + +"Here's the three cents," said Tommy, as he joined the boys in the +road. "Now tell me how I can stay away from school without having +to take any physic." + +"Just come with us; we are not going to school this fine morning. +When the factory bell rings for twelve o'clock, just go home; and +your folks won't know but that you have been to school." + +"That's the way," added Ben Tinker. "That's what the fellers call +'hookin' jack.'" + +Tommy did not exactly like the idea at first, for he could not help +thinking what might happen in case he got found out. He did not ask +himself whether it was right or wrong to do what the boys called +"hooking jack;" but only whether he should get found out or not. + +We ought always to do right, whatever may happen to us; and we +should never do wrong, even if we feel certain of not being found +out. + +"Where are you going?" asked Tommy. + +"Over the other side of the river. We must not let any one see us +after school time, for they will know we ought to be in school." + +"And, just you mind, Tom Woggs," added Ben, "if you get found out +yourself, you mustn't tell of us. If you do, you will be apt to get +a broken head--mind that." + +Joe Birch jumped over the wall into the lot, and was followed by +his companions in evil. Tommy did not feel just right; not that he +felt bad because he was doing wrong, but because he was afraid of +the two boys. + +When they had crossed the lot, they came to a by-road; and here it +was agreed that Ben should run up to the village and buy something +with the money which Tommy had furnished. + +He was gone but a little while; and when he joined them again, they +all hastened across the bridge, and were soon in the woods, where +no one could see them. + +"What did you buy with the money?" asked Joe. + +"Some cigars. I got six for three cents." + +"Cigars!" exclaimed Tommy. "What do you want of cigars?" + +"To smoke, of course. What do you think?" + +"It will make you sick." + +"I guess not. You shall have one, if you like. A feller ain't +nobody if he don't smoke," replied Joe. + +But the boys decided not to smoke at first; and seeing there was +plenty of sticks and brush in the woods, Tommy proposed that they +should build a house--just for the fun of it. + +"So we will; and when we get it done, we will smoke our cigars in +it, and have a good time," replied Ben. + +"That will be first rate," added Joe. "But how are you going to +build it?" + +"O, I know how. I have been to New York, and I know all about these +things," said Tommy, beginning now to show his usual vanity. + +"I say, Tom, do they make houses out of brush in New York?" asked +Ben. + +"No; but then I have been about more than you have, and I ought to +know more, of course. I will be the builder, and you two shall be +my servants." + +"Look here, Tom--none of that talk, my boy. We ain't your servants, +any how," said Joe. + +"Never mind him, Joe," added Ben. "Let him build the house, if he +can. I wonder what it will look like!" + +"Well, you bring me the sticks and brush, and see if I don't build +a good one," replied Tommy. + +The two boys agreed to this plan; and in a little while they had a +great pile of sticks and brush, and Tommy began to build the +house. He stuck up two sticks, like the letter V, and then carried +a long pole from the top of them down to the ground. Against the +pole, he set up long sticks; and then told his companions to cover +them over with brush and leaves. + +It did not take a very long time to build such a house as this, and +it was soon finished. The boys were much pleased with it, and +seated themselves on the ground, inside of it, for the purpose of +having a good time. + +[Illustration: The home in the woods.] + + + + +IV. + + +It was now after eleven o'clock, and it would soon be time for the +truants to return home. + +The hut which they had built was not very tight, but it kept the +sun out; and the boys were so well pleased with it that they agreed +to come there again in the afternoon. They wished the forenoon had +been much longer, for their fun came to an end too soon. + +"Now, boys, we will have a smoke," said Joe, as they seated +themselves in the house. + +"Yes; and we haven't any too much time," replied Ben Tinker, as he +took the cigars from his pocket. + +"Have you any matches?" + +"To be sure I have. What's the use of cigars without any matches? +Take a cigar, Tom." + +Tommy took the cigar, and though he had some doubts about smoking +it, he did not like to be behind his companions in anything. He +thought it would make him sick, as he had known it to do to others. +He did not want to smoke it, but he had not the courage to refuse. + +He was proud, and did not want to have the other boys any smarter +than he was. They thought it was manly and big to smoke, for I +don't believe either of them could have liked the fumes of a cigar. +They had not smoked enough for this. + +Ben lighted a match, and then his cigar. Joe, as dignified as any +old smoker, took a light from him; and both of them puffed away, +and felt as big as though they were doing some great thing. + +"Have a light, Tommy?" asked Ben. "If you are going with us, you +must learn to smoke." + +"All the fellers that are anything smoke," added Joe. + +"Then I'll smoke," replied Tommy. "I used to see lots of gentlemen +smoking cigars in Broadway, in New York, when I was there." + +"Of course you did." + +Tommy put the cigar into his mouth; he did not like the taste of +the thing, but he felt that it was a good cause, and he was willing +to be a martyr. Ben lent him his cigar to light it by; and with a +little instruction from his friends, he was soon able to puff away +as smart as any of them. + +It was not half so bad as he had feared it would be. It did not +make him sick, at first, and he thought he was one of that kind who +can smoke without learning. + +He felt as big as his companions then, for the wrong idea that +smoking was smart had taken full possession of him. + +There are some savages who paint their faces--they think it is +smart; we don't think so. Some Indians wear bits of tin fastened to +the ends of their noses--they think it looks pretty; we don't think +so. + +It does not follow, therefore, that every thing that looks smart is +so. A little boy, or any boy, with a cigar in his mouth, is a +disgusting sight to sensible people. We never heard of any man who +thought it was smart for boys to smoke, or to make use of tobacco +in any way. + +"Now, Tom, tell us something about New York while we are smoking," +said Ben. + +"Well, I will, if you wish me to do so; but I have got almost tired +of talking about New York. Everybody wants to know what I saw +there." + +[Illustration: Some Savages who paint their faces.] + +"Do they?" laughed Joe. + +"Yes; I don't like to say no to them, for I am willing to help +along those who don't know as much as I do." + +"Do you mean to say we don't know as much as you do?" demanded Ben, +angrily. + +"Well, you haven't been to New York--have you?" + +"What if we haven't?" + +"Then, of course, you can't know so much as I do. I was there a +week." + +"If you say that again, I'll pound you," said Ben, rising. + +"There's a stump for you, Tom," added Joe. + +Tommy had not a great deal of courage; but, in a little while, Joe +Birch managed to get up a fight between his little companions. He +showed Tommy how to strike; and the two boys went into the matter +like real bruisers. + +[Illustration: The fight in the woods.] + +Of course, Tommy Woggs got whipped--and it served him just right. +His face was scratched, and one of his eyes was very red. Just then +he thought he should not tell another boy that he did not know as +much as he did. + +The quarrel was soon made up; for after Ben Tinker had thrashed the +little boaster he was satisfied, and Tommy did not dare to be +cross. By this time they had to start for home. + +Tommy had not got half way to his father's house before he began to +feel dizzy, and to realize a very unpleasant feeling at the +stomach. But he hurried home as fast as he could, which was not +very fast, for he was sick in earnest now. + +He staggered into the parlor, where his mother was sewing. He felt +very bad then, and wished, with all his heart, that he had gone to +school, and kept away from the bad boys. + +"I feel sick, mother," said Tommy, as he threw himself into a +chair. + +"Why, Tommy! You are as pale as a ghost," exclaimed his mother, +looking up from her work. "What ails you?" + +"I feel sick at the stomach. I want to go to bed." + +Whatever were the doubts Mrs. Woggs had in the morning about her +son's sickness, she had none now. His pale face and blue lips were +evidences of his condition. + +Taking him by the hand, she led him upstairs, and put him into bed. +Then she called Dr. Woggs, who was in his library, to come upstairs +and see him. + +"Poor boy; he is real sick," said his mother, as the doctor entered +the room. "He is just as pale as death, and could hardly walk +upstairs." + +"What ails him?" + +"He is sick at the stomach, just as he was this morning. It was too +bad to send him to school when he felt so sick. I knew he was ill +then." + +"He wasn't very bad this morning," said the doctor, who did not +know what to make of it. + +"He was real sick then, and I knew he was. It was too bad to make +him go to school," added the fond mother. + +"But I didn't make him go to school," replied Dr. Woggs. "I was +only going to give him some medicine to make him better." + +The cigar had done its work; and it operated upon him just as that +nasty yellow powder would if he had taken it. + +"What's this?" said the doctor, after the contents of Tommy's +stomach had been thrown up. "What have you been doing, Tommy?" + +"Nothing, father," replied Tommy, faintly. + +"You have been smoking. You smell as strong of tobacco smoke as a +bar-room loafer." + +"Smoking!" exclaimed Mrs. Woggs, with horror. + +"Have you been smoking, Tommy?" asked his father sternly. + +The poor sufferer felt so bad, he had no courage to tell a lie, and +he was obliged to own that he had been smoking. + +When he felt a little better, his father questioned him so closely, +that in spite of his promise, Tommy had to say he had "hooked jack" +that forenoon, and that he had been in the woods with Joe and Ben, +where each of them had smoked a cigar. + +Dr. Woggs went to the school that afternoon, and told Miss Dale +all about it; and then to the parents of Joe and Ben, and told them +all about it. The truants were all punished; and as the +schoolmistress promised to send word to their homes when either of +them was absent again, they had no chance to "hook jack" +afterwards. + +Tommy was as well as ever the next day; but that red eye became a +black eye, and the children laughed at him for a week. + +He thought how much trouble he had caused himself by being proud +and lazy, and he resolved to be a better boy. He did very well for +some time; he went to school without complaining, and didn't talk +big; but he was not entirely cured. + +It often takes a great while to get rid of bad habits; but we +should banish them, even if it takes a whole lifetime to do so. + + + + +CARELESS KATE. + +[Illustration: She tried to look as if nothing had happened.--Page +83.] + + + + +CARELESS KATE. + +I. + + +"Kate!" said Mrs. Lamb to her daughter, who was playing in the +garden, in front of the house. + +"What do you want, mother?" replied the little girl, without even +lifting her eyes from the ground, in which she was planting a +marigold. + +I don't think any of my young readers regard this as a proper +answer for a little girl to make to her mother; and I hope none of +them ever speak to their parents in this manner. + +"Come into the house. I want you," added her mother. + +But Kate did not go till she got ready. She was not in the habit of +minding her mother at once, and without asking any improper +questions, as all good children do, or ought to do, at least. + +When she stepped out of the bed of flowers, in which she had been +at work, instead of looking to see where she put her feet, she kept +her eyes fixed on the place where she had just planted the +marigold. + +"Look before you leap" is a good motto for everybody--for children, +as well as for men and women. If Kate had thought of it, perhaps +she would have saved herself and her mother a great deal of +trouble. + +She did not mind where she stepped, and put her foot upon a +beautiful, sweet-scented peony, which had just come out of the +ground. She broke the stem short off, and crushed the root all in +pieces. + +Now, this flower was very highly prized by Mrs. Lamb, for she had +brought it from a great distance, and it was the only one of the +kind in Riverdale at that time. + +Kate was very fond of flowers herself, and when she saw the +mischief she had done, she cried with anger and vexation. She would +not have spoiled this peony for a great deal, for she had looked +forward with much pleasure to the time when it should bud and +blossom, and fill the garden with its fragrance. + +"What is the matter with you, Kate?" called her mother, from the +house, when she heard Kate crying. + +"I did not mean to do it, mother," sobbed the poor girl. + +"Didn't mean to do what, Kate?" said her mother, rushing into the +garden to find out what mischief had been done. + +Mrs. Lamb was very angry when she saw that the peony was spoiled; +and she took Kate by the arm, and shook her. I don't think this +shaking did any good; but it was a great trial to her to see her +favorite flower destroyed. + +"You careless girl!" said Mrs. Lamb. + +"I didn't mean to, mother," replied Kate. + +"But you were careless, as you always are. Will you never learn to +be careful? You walk about the flower beds as though they were +solid rocks." + +"I did not mean to tread upon it," was all that poor Kate could +say. + +It was very true that she did not mean to spoil the peony; but it +was almost as bad to ruin it by being careless. Children ought to +understand that not meaning to do wrong is not a good excuse, when +the wrong might have been prevented by being careful. + +Suppose the captain of a ship should run his vessel on the rocks, +and lose a dozen lives, by being careless; do you think people +would be willing to trust him with another vessel afterwards? + +Suppose the engineer should neglect to keep watch of the boiler, +and it should burst; would not people blame him? Would they think +it a good excuse if he said he did not mean to let it burst? + +If the man who has the keeping of a powder house should smoke a +pipe in it, and twenty persons should be killed by his carelessness, +do you think it would be enough for him to say he did not intend +to kill them? + +When we go on the water in a sailing vessel or a steamer; when we +ride on a railroad, in a stage, or wagon, our lives depend on the +carefulness with which the vessel, railroad, or carriage is +managed. People don't excuse them, when lives are lost, because +they did not mean to kill anybody. + +You are liable to lose your life every day by the carelessness of +some one. The house in which you are to sleep on a cold winter's +night may be burned down by the neglect of those who take care of +the fires. + +The careless use of a lamp might destroy many lives and much +property. If you play with fire, though you do not mean any harm, +you may burn the house in which you live, and perhaps destroy the +lives of your friends. + +A little carelessness may produce dreadful results. The want of +thought for a few moments may do more mischief than you can repair +in a whole lifetime. + +Kate Lamb was not a bad girl at heart. She loved her parents and +her friends as much as any little girl; but she often gave them a +great deal of trouble and sadness by her carelessness. + +She was so thoughtless that she had come to be called "Careless +Kate." It was a bad fault; and it sometimes led her to commit +worse ones, as my story will show. + +"Now, Kate, come into the house; and next time, when I call, come +at once," said her mother. "If you had minded me, perhaps my flower +would not have been spoiled." + +"I will be more careful next time, mother," replied Kate. + +"I hope you will. I think you have done sufficient mischief by +being careless, and I hope you will soon begin to do better." + +"I will try, mother." + +Very likely she meant to try, just then, while she was smarting +under her mother's rebuke, and while she was still sad at the loss +of the flower; but she had promised to do better so many times, +that her mother could hardly believe her again. + +"I want you to carry this quart of milk down in the meadow to poor +Mrs. O'Brien," said Mrs. Lamb, as she handed her a tin kettle. +"And you must go quick, for it is almost dark now." + +"It won't take me long, mother." + +"But you must be very careful, and not spill any of the milk." + +"I will be very careful." + +"Mrs. O'Brien is sick, and has two small children. This milk is for +their supper." + +"That is the woman whose husband was killed on the railroad last +summer--isn't it, mother?" + +"Yes; and she is very poor. She is sick now, and not able to work. +The neighbors have all sent milk to her for her children, and a +great many other things. Now go just as fast as you can, but be +very careful and not spill the milk." + +[Illustration: Mrs. O'Brien and her child.] + + + + +II. + + +Kate put on her bonnet, and taking the pail of milk, hastened +towards the house of the poor sick woman. But she had gone but a +little way when she met Fanny Flynn, who was an idle girl, and very +fond of mischief. + +"Where are you going, Kate?" asked Fanny. + +"I am going down to Mrs. O'Brien's with some milk." + +"Give me a drink--will you?" + +"I can't; it is for the poor widow's children. I suppose they won't +have any supper till they get this milk." + +"Yes, they will. I won't drink but a little of it." + +"No, I can't give you any. It would not be right for me to do so." + +"Pooh! You needn't pretend to be so good all at once. You are no +better than I am." + +"I didn't say I was. Only I shall not give you any of this milk, +when it is for the poor woman's children; so you needn't ask me," +replied Kate, with a great deal of spirit. + +Some people think, when they do anything that is right, they ought +to make a great parade over it; but this only shows that they are +not much in the habit of doing right, and they wish to get all the +credit they can for it. + +It was so with Kate. She ought to have been content with merely +doing her duty, without "talking large" about it. Fanny felt that +she was just as good as Kate, and she was angry when the latter +made a needless show of her intention to do what she believed to be +right. + +[Illustration: Fanny and Kate.] + +"I don't want it," said Fanny. + +"What did you ask me for it for, then? You wanted to make me do +something that was wrong." + +"You are not always so nice," sneered Fanny. + +"I don't mean to do wrong, anyhow, as some folks do." + +"Do you mean me?" + +"No matter whom I mean." + +Fanny was so angry that she walked up to Kate and pulled her +"shaker" down over her face. She also used some naughty words when +she did so, which I will not repeat. + +Kate, in her turn, was very angry with the saucy girl, and wanted +to "pay" her for what she had done. But Fanny did not wait for any +reply, and ran away just as fast as she could. + +It would have been much better for Kate if she had let her go; but +she was so angry she could not do this; she wanted to strike back +again. Without thinking of the milk in the pail, she started to run +after the naughty girl. + +For a few moments she ran with all her might, and had nearly caught +Fanny, when a stone tripped her up, and she fell upon the ground. + +Then she thought of the milk, and tried to save it; but the cover +of the kettle came off, and it was all spilled on the ground. + +The fall did not hurt her, but the laugh with which her misfortune +was greeted by Fanny roused a very wicked spirit in her heart, and +dropping the pail, which she had picked up, she pursued her. + +But the naughty girl had the start of her, and though she followed +her a good way she could not overtake her. Then she stopped in the +path, and cried with anger and vexation. The thought of the milk +which had been spilled, was, after all, the worst part of the +affair. + +Walking back to the place where the accident had happened, she +picked up the pail again, and began to think what she should do. It +was of no use now for her to go to Mrs. O'Brien's. She had no milk +for the children's supper. + +What would her mother say to her if she should return home and tell +her she had spilled all the milk? She had told her to be careful, +and she felt that she had been very careless. + +It was not necessary that she should chase the naughty girl, +whatever she said; and she could not help seeing that she had been +very careless. While she was thinking about it, Ben Tinker came +along. He lived in the next house to Mr. Lamb, and the children +were well acquainted with each other. + +"What is the matter with you, Kate?" asked Ben, when he saw that +her eyes were red, and her face was wet with tears. + +"I have just spilled a pailful of milk on the ground," sobbed Kate. + +"O, well, it's no use to cry for spilled milk," laughed Ben. + +"I was carrying it to Mrs. O'Brien." + +"No matter; she will get along very well without it." + +"That ugly Fanny Flynn struck me on the head, and that's what made +me spill the milk." + +"Didn't you hit her back?" + +"I couldn't catch her; she ran away. I was chasing her when I fell +down and spilled the milk." + +"You can catch her some time; when you do, give it to her." + +But Kate had got over her anger, and heartily wished she had not +attempted to catch Fanny. Besides, she very well knew that Ben was +giving her bad advice. + +That passage from the New Testament, "If any man smite thee on the +one cheek, turn to him the other also," came to her mind, and she +felt how wicked it was to harbor a desire for revenge. + +The loss of the milk, and what would follow when she went home, +gave her more trouble than the injury she had received from the +naughty girl. + +"I don't know what I shall do," said she, beginning to cry again, +as she thought of her mother. + +"Do? you can't do anything--can you? The milk is gone, and all you +have to do is to go home," replied Ben. + +"What will my mother say?" + +"No matter what she says, if she don't whip you or send you to bed +without your supper." + +"She won't whip me, and I have been to supper." + +"Then what are you crying about?" + +"Mother says I am very careless; and I know I am," whined Kate. + +"Don't be a baby, Kate." + +"I spoiled a flower this afternoon, and mother scolded me and shook +me for it. She told me to be very careful with this milk, and now I +have spilled the whole of it." + +"Well, if you feel so bad, why need you tell her anything about +it?" + +"About what?" asked Kate, looking up into his face, for she did not +quite understand him. + +"You needn't tell her you spilled the milk. She will never find it +out." + +"But she will ask me." + +"What if she does? Can't you tell her you gave the milk to the old +woman, and that she was very much obliged to her for sending it?" + +"I can do that," said Kate. + +She did not like the plan, but it seemed to her just then that +anything would be better than telling her mother that she had +spilled the milk; and, wicked as it was, she resolved to do it. + +[Illustration: Crying for spilled milk.] + + + + +III. + + +Kate did not think of the poor woman and her hungry children when +she made up her mind to tell her mother such a monstrous lie. + +She did not think how very wicked it was to deceive her mother, +just to escape, perhaps, a severe rebuke for her carelessness. + +She felt all the time that she was doing wrong, but she tried so +hard to cover it up, that her conscience was not permitted to do +its whole duty. + +When we are tempted to do wrong, something within us tells us not +to do it; but we often struggle to get rid of this feeling, and if +we succeed the first time, it is easier the next time. And the more +we do wrong, the easier it becomes to put down the little voice +within us. + +It was so with Kate. She had told falsehoods before, or it would +not have been so easy for her to do it this time. If we do not take +care of our consciences, as we do of our caps and bonnets, they are +soon spoiled. + +Did you ever notice that one of the wheels on your little wagon, +when it becomes loose, soon wears out? The more it sags over on one +side, the weaker it grows. While the wheel stands up straight, it +does not seem to wear out at all. + +It is just so with your conscience--your power to tell right from +wrong. While you keep it up straight, it works well, and never +wears out. But when it gets a little out of order, it grows worse +very fast, and is not of much more value than a lighthouse without +any light in it. + +Kate's conscience had begun to sag over on one side. It was growing +weak, and did not remind her of her wrong deeds with force enough +to make itself heeded. If she could only escape the reproof of her +mother, she did not care. + +Thus moved by the wicked counsel of Ben Tinker, she hastened home. +She tried to look as if nothing had happened, but her eyes were +still very red from crying; and her mother wanted to know what had +made her cry. + +"Fanny Flynn struck me, and pulled my 'shaker' over my face," +replied Kate. + +"What did she do that for?" + +"She asked me to give her a drink of the milk, and because I +wouldn't, she struck me," answered Kate, placing her pail upon the +kitchen table. + +"She is a naughty girl, and I will go and see her mother about it. +What did she say to you?" + +"She asked me for a drink of the milk." + +"What did you answer?" + +"I told her it was for Mrs. O'Brien's children, and that it +wouldn't be right for me to give it to her, and I would not." + +"Well, I will see to that. I think it is a pity if I can't send one +of my children out on an errand of charity without her being +treated in this manner. She shall suffer for it." + +"She is a naughty girl, mother; and I never mean to speak to her +again as long as I live," said Kate, with much apparent +earnestness. + +"You did right not to give her any of the milk, and I am glad you +did not. I am happy that my daughter has been brave enough to do +right, and even to suffer for doing it. You are a good girl, +Kate." + +"I meant to be, mother." + +"What did Mrs. O'Brien say when you gave her the milk?" continued +Mrs. Lamb. + +"She said she was much obliged to you," replied Kate, not daring to +look her mother in the face. + +"Did you see the children?" + +"Yes, mother." + +Mrs. Lamb was going to ask more questions about the family, but +something called her attention away, and Kate was saved from +telling more falsehoods. + +She took a book and tried to read, but she could not, for she did +not feel like a good girl. The little voice within told her how +wicked she had been, and she began to wish that she had not +deceived her mother. + +While she sat with the book in her hand, her father came home; and +her mother told him what Fanny Flynn had done. He was very angry +when he had heard the story, and asked Kate a great many questions +about the affair. + +"You did well, Kate, and I am glad you were so brave and so smart," +said Mr. Lamb. + +"Of course I could not give her any of the milk when it was for the +poor widow's hungry children." + +"You did right, Kate," repeated her father. "The poor children +might have had to go to bed hungry if you had given up the milk to +that bad girl." + +"I know it, father." + +"Only think what a sad thing it would have been if the poor little +ones had been sent hungry and crying to bed. That Fanny Flynn must +be taken care of. When little girls get to be so bold as that, it +is high time something was done." + +"I think so, too, father." + +"It is time for you to go to bed now, Kate," said her mother. + +"I am ready, mother, for I am tired as I can be." + +Kate was glad to get away from her father and mother, for while +they were praising her for her good conduct, she knew very well +that she did not deserve it. + +What would her parents think if they knew that she had spilled all +the milk on the ground? What would they say to her if they found +out that she had told them so many lies? + +The more she thought of her conduct, the more she felt that she had +done wrong. She now saw that, if she had returned home and told her +mother the truth, she would have excused the fault, and sent +another pail of milk to the poor sick woman's hungry children. + +She wished she had done so, for it would have been a great deal +better to be scolded for her carelessness than to feel as guilty +as she now felt. She was sure that it was far better to suffer a +great deal than to do even a little wrong. + +She was not satisfied either that her mother would have scolded +her, if she had stated the whole truth to her--that Fanny Flynn had +made her spill the milk. + +She went to bed; but when her mother bade her good night, and took +the lamp in her hand, she begged her to leave it, for she did not +like to be alone in the dark. + +It seemed just as though a wicked spirit was tormenting her; and +though she was in the habit of going to sleep without a light, the +darkness was terrible to her at this time. She did not even wish to +be left alone, but she dared not ask her mother to stay with her. + +When Mrs. Lamb had gone out, Kate covered her face wholly under the +bedclothes, and shut her eyes as close as she could, trying in +this manner to go to sleep. But her guilty conscience gave her no +rest. + +[Illustration] + +Then she opened her eyes, and looked around the room; but +everything in the chamber seemed to mock and reproach her. Again +and again she shut her eyes, and tried to sleep. + +The little voice within would speak now, in the silence of her +chamber. She had never felt so bad before; perhaps because she had +never been so wicked before. Do you want to know why she suffered +so much? It was because she could not keep from her mind those +hungry, crying children. + +[Illustration: Kate tells the whole story.] + + + + +IV. + + +Poor Kate! She had certainly never been so wicked in her life +before. The words of her father still lingered in her ears, and she +could almost hear the moans of those hungry, crying children. + +She had never been sent to bed in her life without her supper, and +it looked like a dreadful thing to her--perhaps even more dreadful +than it really was. + +If there had been nothing but the falsehoods she had told, she +might have gone to sleep; but it was sad to think that she had +deprived the poor children of their supper, and sent them hungry to +bed. This seemed to be the most wicked part of her conduct. + +I do not know how many times she turned over in the bed, nor how +many times she pulled the clothes over her eyes to shut out the sad +picture of those hungry and crying children that would come up +before her, in spite of all she could do to prevent it. + +She tried to think of other things--of the scene with Fanny; of her +school; of a picnic party she had attended on the first of May; of +almost everything, indeed; but it did no good. The poor children +could not be banished from her mind. + +Kate had been sick with the measles, with the scarlet fever, and +the mumps; and she remembered how bad she felt at these times; but +it seemed to her now that she would rather have all these diseases +at once than suffer from a guilty conscience. + +When she was sick, her mother bent over her and pitied her, and did +all she could to ease her pain; and even when she was burning with +fever, and racked with pain, she felt happier than she did now. + +She could not inform her mother how bad she felt, for that would +expose her guilt. She heard the clock strike nine, and every moment +appeared to her like an hour. Those poor little children constantly +haunted her; whether her eyes were open or shut, still she saw them +crying, and heard them moaning, and begging their sick mother to +give them some supper. + +O, Kate! how severely was she punished for the sin she had +committed! Her mother and her father had praised her, but still she +was unhappy. + +Slowly, very slowly, the time passed away and she heard the clock +strike ten. She could endure her sufferings no longer; and she +burst into tears, sobbing and moaning as if her heart would break. + +For some time she cried; but as her distress increased, she sobbed +and moaned so loud that her father and mother, who were in the +adjoining room, heard her, and hastened into the room to find out +what ailed her. + +"What is the matter, my child?" anxiously asked her mother. +"Haven't you been asleep since you went to bed?" + +"No mother," sobbed Kate. + +"What ails you? Are you sick?" + +"No, mother." + +"What are you crying for, then?" + +"O mother!" + +"Why, what ails you, child? Have you been frightened?" + +"No, mother." + +"Tell us what ails you, Kate," added her father. + +Both of her parents were greatly alarmed about her, for they loved +their little girl very much; and they knew that something must ail +her, or she would not have lain awake so long, or have cried so +bitterly. + +"Can't you tell us what ails you, Kate?" inquired her mother, very +tenderly. + +"I have been very naughty, mother," replied Kate, almost choking +with emotion. + +"Naughty, child?" + +"Yes, mother." + +"I thought you had been very good," added Mr. Lamb. + +"No, I have not; I have been very wicked, and you will never +forgive me." + +"Why, what have you done, Kate? How strange you act, my child!" + +"I can't help it, mother. If you will forgive me this time, I will +never be so wicked again while I live." + +"Tell us all about it, Kate, and we will forgive you," said her +father, very kindly. + +The poor girl sobbed so that she could not speak for some time, for +the tenderness of her parents made her feel a great deal worse +than if they had scolded her severely. + +"What have you done, Kate?" repeated Mrs. Lamb. + +"I didn't carry the milk to Mrs. O'Brien, mother," gasped the poor +penitent, as she uncovered her eyes, and looked up in the face of +her parents to notice the effect of her confession upon them. + +"Didn't carry it to her?" was the exclamation of her father and +mother at the same time. + +"No; I spilled it on the ground." + +"Why, Kate! what did you do that for?" + +"I couldn't help it--I mean I was careless. When Fanny Flynn struck +me, I ran after her. My foot tripped, and I fell, and spilled all +the milk." + +"Why didn't you tell me so, Kate?" + +"I didn't dare to tell you; I was afraid you would scold at me, as +you did for spoiling the peony." + +Kate felt a little better now that she had confessed her fault, and +she was able to look her parents in the face. + +"Why, Kate, if you had only told me, I should not have scolded you. +You may have been careless, but it was all the fault of Fanny +Flynn." + +"No, mother; I was careless. I forgot all about the milk, I was so +angry." + +"And so the poor children had no supper, after all," added Mr. +Lamb. + +"O father! It was what you said about them that made me feel so +bad. I am sure I shall never be so very wicked again. Let me carry +them some milk now." + +"What are you talking about? It is after ten o'clock, my child." + +"No matter, father; I am not afraid to go in the dark, if I can +only carry them their supper." + +"No, no, Kate. I will carry them the milk, though it is rather +late, and probably they are all asleep by this time." + +"But will you forgive me, father and mother?" + +"Freely, my child; you have suffered severely already for your +fault, and I hope it will be a lesson to you which will last as +long as you live," said her father. + +"It will," said Kate, earnestly. + +Both her parents kissed her, in token of their forgiveness; and Mr. +Lamb put on his coat, while Mrs. Lamb went to the cellar for a pail +of milk, with which he soon left the house on his errand of +kindness and charity. + +[Illustration: Kate a better girl.] + +Kate felt a great deal better then, and before her father returned, +she was fast asleep. Mr. Lamb found the poor woman still up. The +children had had bread and water, but no milk, for their supper, +and she was very glad to have some for them when they waked up in +the night. And she was very grateful to Mr. Lamb for thinking of +her at that hour, and thanked God for giving her such kind and +thoughtful friends. + +From that time, Kate was a better girl, and tried hard to reform +her life and character. She tried so hard, and succeeded so well, +that she very soon lost the name of "Careless Kate." + +Mr. Lamb went to see Fanny Flynn's parents the next day, and they +promised to punish her for her conduct. After that Kate did not +provoke her, and they never had any more trouble. + +Now my readers have seen that Kate's fault led her into falsehood +and deception, which are worse than carelessness; and I hope they +will all learn to be careful and truthful. + + + + +NOTHING TO DO. + + + + +NOTHING TO DO. + + + "My kitty is purring + Upon the hearth rug + Rolled up in a bundle + Just like a great bug. + I wonder what kitty + Is thinking about; + What makes her so happy + I cannot find out. + + "She has no hard lessons + To bother her brain, + No spelling and reading + To study in vain; + She ought to be happy + With nothing to do + But play all the morning-- + And I should be, too." + + Thus Nellie kept thinking, + And spoke out her thought. + The words which she uttered + Her mother's ear caught. + "You wish to be idle + Like kitty, dear, there, + And play all the morning, + Or sleep in your chair?" + + "I don't like my lessons; + I think 'tis a pity + I can't be as happy + As dear little kitty. + That ugly old spelling + I never can learn! + O, into a kitty + I wish I could turn!" + + "I am not a fairy," + Her mother replied; + "To me all the power + Of magic's denied; + But you may be idle + From morning till night, + And see if 'do nothing' + Will set your case right." + + "O, shall I do nothing + But play all day long, + And sing with my kitty + A holiday song? + How happy, and merry, + And joyous 'twill be + To have no hard lessons-- + From study be free!" + + "Do what will best please you; + Be idle all day; + Recite no more lessons; + Do nothing but play." + Then Nellie, rejoicing, + Flew out of the room; + Played _hide_, _horse_, and _dolly_, + And rode on the broom. + + But long before dinner + Poor Nell had "played out," + And studied, and studied, + And wandered about, + To find some new pleasure, + Some game, or some play, + To use up the hours, + And end that long day;-- + + And long before evening + Was cross as a bear-- + Just like the McFlimsey + With "nothing to wear." + And tired of nothing, + And tired of play, + No day was so tedious + As that idle day. + + "O mother! my lessons + I think I will get, + And then I can play + As I never played yet. + I do not feel happy + With nothing to do; + I cannot endure it + Another day through." + + "I thought so, my Nellie; + To make your play sweet + You must work, and be useful + To those whom you meet. + The idle are never + So happy as they + Who work for themselves + Or for others each day." + + + + +DOLLY AND I. + +[Illustration: Mrs. Green took the doll.--Page 146.] + + + + +DOLLY AND I. + +I. + + +Do you know what envy means? I hope you have never felt it, for it +is a very wicked feeling. It is being sorry when another has any +good thing. Perhaps you will know better what the word means when +you have read my story; and I hope it will help you to keep the +feeling away from your own heart. + +Not far from Mr. Lee's house, in Riverdale, lived a man by the name +of Green. He was the agent of one of the factories in the village. +Mr. Green had two little girls and three sons. The boys have +nothing to do with my story, and for that reason I shall not say a +great deal about them. + +Katy, Mr. Green's older daughter, was ten years old. She was a +pretty good girl, but she did not like to have others get good +things, when she did not have any herself. If any person gave one +of her brothers an apple, or an orange, she seemed to think she +ought to have it. + +When she was a baby, she used to cry for everything she saw, and +would give her parents no peace till they gave it to her. I am +sorry to say they were sometimes very weak on this point, and gave +her things which she ought not to have had, just to quiet her. + +Her father and mother hoped, when she grew older, she would not +want everything that belonged to her brothers. If Charles had a +plaything, Katy wanted it, and would cry till she got it. Very +often, just to make her stop crying, her mother made poor Charley +give up the thing. + +But as Katy grew older, she seemed to want everything that others +had just as much as ever. She was now ten years old, and still she +did not like to see others have anything which she could not have. +It is true she did not always say so, but she felt it just as much, +and was very apt to be cross and sullen towards those whom she +envied. + +Nellie Green was not at all like her sister. She was only eight +years old, but there was not a bit of envy in her. She would give a +part, and often the whole, of her apples, oranges, candy, and +playthings to her sister, and to her brothers. She liked to see +them happy, and when Charley ate an apple, it tasted just as good +to her as though she were eating it herself. + +She was not selfish. She would always divide her good things with +her friends. Did you ever see a little boy or a little girl eating +an apple or some candy, and another little boy or girl standing by, +and looking just as if he wanted some? + +Nellie always gave her friends a part, and then she not only +enjoyed what she ate herself, but she enjoyed what they ate. This +is the way to make apples, oranges, and candy taste good. + +One New Year's Day, Katy's aunt, after whom she was named, sent her +a beautiful wax doll. It was a very pretty doll, and the little +girl was the happiest child in Riverdale when the welcome present +reached her. + +There was another little girl in Riverdale who was almost if not +quite as happy; and that was Nellie, her sister. It is true, the +doll was not for her; she did not own any of it, and Katy would +hardly let her touch it; but for all this, Nellie was pleased to +see her sister so happy. + +The dolly's name was Lady Jane; for Katy thought, as she was a very +fine doll, she ought to have a very fine name. So, when she spoke +to the doll,--and she talked a great deal with her,--she always +called her Lady Jane. The two little girls had five or six other +dolls, but none of them were anything near such fine ladies as Lady +Jane. Their heads were made of porcelain, or rubber, or +composition, and they had grown so old that they were really ugly. + +Miss Lucy, who had a rubber head, looked as though she "had been +through the wars." Her nose was worn out, so that she had a great +hole in the end of it. I suppose, if she had wanted to sneeze, this +hole would have been very handy; but Miss Lucy was a very proper +young lady, and never sneezed in company. If she ever sneezed when +alone, of course there was no one present to know anything about +it. + +There was another hole right in the top of her head, so that if she +had had any brains, they would certainly have leaked out; but as +Miss Lucy was not a strong-minded woman, I suppose she had no use +for brains. + +One of the family of dolls was a little black girl, whose name was +Dinah. She had seen hard service in her day, and did not look as +though she would last much longer. + +Miss Fanny had once been a fine lady, but times had gone hard with +her, and her fine clothes were both ragged and dirty. But hard +times were not so very bad, for she wore the same smile as when her +clothes had been new and nice. + +Miss Mary was a poor cripple. By a sad accident she had broken one +of her legs. Katy placed her on a table one day, and either +because the height from the floor made her dizzy, or because she +was laid too near the edge, she had tumbled off, and one leg was so +badly broken that neither a wooden nor a cork one could be fastened +in its place. + +Therefore Miss Mary could not walk about the room, and never went +anywhere, except when she was carried. But she was not half so +badly off as Miss Susie, who had broken her neck, and lost off her +head. The head was tied on with a string, but it kept falling off +while the family were at play; but Miss Susie did not seem to mind +it at all. + +She got along a great deal better without her head than you or I +could without ours. Indeed, she wore the same smile upon her face +whether the head was on or off--which teaches us that we ought +always to be cheerful in misfortune. + +Besides these fine young ladies there were two or three rag babies; +but as you could not tell by the looks of them what they were +thinking about, I will not say anything about them. They had no +virtues worth telling; they never ate soup with a fork, or gave +money to the poor. + +Some of my readers may not think much of this family of dollies, +but I am sure Katy and Nellie had fine times with them. They used +to spend hours together with them, and the dollies used to do +everything that anybody could do. + +Miss Fanny used to visit a great deal, in spite of her dirty, +ragged clothes; so did Miss Lucy, with two holes in her head, and +Miss Mary, with her broken leg, and Miss Susie, with her broken +neck. All of them used to go a-visiting, except Miss Dinah, and +she, being a black girl, had to do the sweeping and tend the door. + +These ladies were all of them so bashful that they would not speak +in company, and Katy and Nellie had to do all the talking for them. + +But they used to "make believe" the dollies talked, and this did +just as well. They used to say just such things as the ladies did +who called on Mrs. Green, and never left without being urged to +stay longer, and also to call again; which they always promised to +do. + +On the whole, they were very wonderful dollies; at least they were +until Lady Jane came, and she was such a fine lady, with her white +silk dress and her _real_ hair, that none of them could shine after +that. + +[Illustration: Miss Fanny and others.] + + + + +II. + + +One day Flora Lee came to see Nellie Green, and to spend the +afternoon with her. + +It was in the month of November, and the weather was too cold to +permit them to play in the garden; so they said they would have a +good time in the house. + +Katy Green had to go away, and could not play with them. Nellie was +very sorry for this, for she not only liked to have her sister with +her, but she also wanted the company of Lady Jane. + +She told Flora how sorry she was, and they agreed that it was too +bad Katy had to go away, for she was older than they, and could +help them a great deal in their plays. Besides, they wanted one +fine lady among the dollies, for they had a certain play which +required just such a person. + +"I wish I had brought Miss Dolly with me. I guess she is fine +enough," said Flora. + +"I wish you had," replied Nellie; "but as you have not, we can't +help it now. I dare say Miss Fanny will do." + +"I'll tell you what you can do, Nellie." + +"What?" + +"You can just ask Katy," said Nellie, at last. + +"Why not? She will let you have her. Of _course_ she will let you +have her," added Flora, warmly. + +"I don't think she will. You know we might break her neck, or lose +off her legs or arms; or we might dirty her white silk dress." + +"But we will be very careful. Let us go and ask her. It won't do +any harm to ask her, you know. She can't do any more than refuse." + +Nellie did not like to be refused, and she tried to prevent Flora +from going any farther in the matter. She was sorry to have it +appear that her sister was selfish, and she thought more of this +than she did of being refused. + +Flora said so much that at last she thought Katy might let her have +the doll, and they ran downstairs to the sitting room, to have the +matter settled. + +"Will you lend us your dolly, Katy?" asked Nellie, and the tones of +her voice showed how doubtful she was of the result of the +question. + +"What dolly do you mean?" asked Katy. + +"Your wax dolly--Lady Jane." + +"I am very sure I shall not," replied Katy. + +"We will be very careful of her," added Flora. "We won't let her +be hurt a bit--you may depend on that." + +"I'm not going to let you have my dolly to break and spoil--I'm +sure I shall not," said Katy, who even seemed to be angry because +she was asked. + +"But don't I say we won't hurt it a bit?" continued Flora. "And +when you come over to my house, you shall have my dolly just as +long as you want her; and her house too, and all the chairs and +tables and things." + +"I don't want them." + +"Do please to let us have Lady Jane," teased Nellie. "We want her +ever so much; and I know she won't get broken or dirty. Please to +lend her to us, Katy." + +"I shan't do any such thing; so it's no use to tease me. Why don't +you play with your own dollies? I won't lend Lady Jane--that's +flat." + +Nellie felt so bad she could not help crying,--not because she +could not have the doll, but because her sister was so harsh and +unkind. She would not have cared so much if Flora had not been +there, for she did not like to have her see her sister behave in +this manner. + +Poor Flora wanted to cry, too, when she saw how badly Nellie felt; +but she tried to be brave, and placed her arm round her friend's +neck, as if to let her know that she would be kind to her. + +"Come, Nellie, let's go upstairs again. We won't say anything more +about it," said Flora; and she led her out of the room. + +"Now you won't like Katy, after this," replied Nellie. + +"O, yes, I will." + +"Katy would have lent us the dolly, only Aunt Jane gave it to her, +and she is afraid it will be broken. If it hadn't been for this, +she would have lent us Lady Jane--I know she would," added Nellie, +wiping away her tears. + +"I dare say she would; but we won't think anything more about it. +And when I come over again, sometime, I will bring her something, +just to show her that I don't feel hard towards her." + +"What a dear, good girl you are, Flora! I was afraid you would hate +her after what she said." + +"O, dear, no, I should hope not. My mother tells me I must love +those who don't do what I want them to; and I try to do so; but it +is very hard sometimes. I wish you had a wax doll, Nellie. You +ought to have one, you are such a good girl, and love your sister +so much, even when she is not kind to you." + +"I wish I had one; it would be so nice to have one like Lady Jane. +I should be so happy; but then if only one of us can have one, I +would rather Katy had it than have it myself." + +"You are not a bit selfish, Nellie. Do you know what _selfish_ +means? I do." + +"I guess I do. It means when you have an apple or any candy to +refuse to give a part to your sister." + +"Yes, or to anybody that happens to be with you. Candy is good, but +don't you like to see others eat it almost as well as you do to eat +it yourself?" + +"Well, yes, I think I do." + +"Then you know just what I mean, and I guess we'll play 'visiting' +now." + +"So we will; and Miss Fanny shall be the great lady, and Dinah +shall be her servant." + +"Yes, and this shall be her house," said Nellie, as she placed Miss +Fanny in a large arm chair which they were to "make believe" was +her elegant mansion. + +"You shall stay here, and I will bring Miss Mary to visit Miss +Fanny." + +Flora bounded over to the other side of the room, which was +supposed to be the home of the other dolls, and Miss Mary, in spite +of her broken leg, was soon on her way to visit the fine lady. + +"Ting, a ling, a ling!" said Flora, which meant that the caller had +rung the bell, and Dinah appeared at the door. + +"Is Miss Fanny at home?" asked Flora, speaking for the lady with +the broken leg. + +"No, marm, she is not," replied Nellie, who had to speak for Dinah, +because, though her mouth was very large, she could not speak for +herself. + +"What an awful fib!" cried Flora. "There she is; don't I see her +through the door?" + +"But that's just the way some of the fine folks do," replied +Nellie, laughing at Flora's earnestness. + +[Illustration: The Christmas present.] + +"It is an awful story, and I wouldn't say it even in fun." + +Nellie said she would not say it again, only she wanted to have +Miss Fanny do just as the big folks did. And so they played all +the afternoon, though Lady Jane did not honor them with her +company. All the dollies paid lots of visits; and Flora went home. + +[Illustration: Katy unhappy.] + + + + +III. + + +When Flora reached home she told her mother what a nice time she +had, and what splendid visits Miss Lucy and Miss Mary and Miss +Susie had made to Miss Fanny. + +She could not help telling her mother what a good girl Nellie was, +and how she loved her sister, even when she was unkind and spoke +pettishly to her. + +Then she told her how much she wished Nellie had a wax doll, with +real hair, and a white silk dress. Mrs. Lee thought such a good +girl ought to have one, and the very next time she went to the +city, she bought the prettiest wax doll she could find for her. + +Flora was full of joy when she saw the doll, and learned whom it +was for. She was a great deal happier than if the doll had been +bought for herself; and she wanted to run right over to Mr. Green's +with the beautiful present. She longed to see the eyes of Nellie +sparkle as she saw the doll, and to hear what she would say when +told it was for her. But Mrs. Lee thought they had better keep the +doll till Christmas, and let her find it with her stocking in the +morning. + +"But then I shan't see her when she first gets the dolly," said +Flora. + +"That is true; but you must write a little note, which shall be +pinned on the doll's dress." + +"That will be splendid, mother! And I will go right away and write +the note now." + +Flora got a pencil and a piece of paper, and seated herself in the +corner. She worked away for half an hour as busy as a bee, and +then she carried the note to her mother. She was not much of a +writer, having been to school only a year. She could only print the +note. + +Flora was very fond of writing notes, and long before she could +make a single letter, she would fill up a piece of paper with +pothooks and spiders' legs, and send them to her mother and Frank. + +She did not spell all the words right, but her mother told her how +to correct them, and then she printed the note over again, on a +nice sheet of gilt-edged paper. Thinking my little friends might +want to see this note, I place a copy of it in the book, just +exactly as she wrote it. + +[Illustration: Dear Nellie This Dolly Is From Me. I Love You Very +Much And I Wish You A Merry Christmas. + +Flora Lee.] + +When Christmas morning came, Nellie found the doll in a chair, +close by her stocking. I can't tell you how pleased she was, but +you can all guess. Then she took the note from the dress, and read +it. She was more pleased than ever to find it was from Flora. + +She almost cried with joy as she puzzled out the note, and thought +how kind Flora and her mother were to remember her. + +"What a dear you are, Miss Dolly!" said she, as she took up the +doll and kissed her, just as though she had been a real live baby. +"You and I shall be first-rate friends, just as long as we live. I +will take such good care of you! Dear me! Why, mother! Only think!" + +"What is the matter, Nellie?" asked Mrs. Green, who was almost as +much pleased as her daughter. + +"Did you see that?" + +"What, child? What do you mean?" + +"Did you see those eyes?" + +"Yes, I see them." + +"Why, just as true as I am alive, she moved them!" + +"I think not, my child. She is a very handsome doll, but I don't +think she could move her eyes, if she tried ever so hard." + +"But she did; I know she did;" and Nellie took hold of her head to +examine it more closely. As she did so, she bent the body a little. +"There! as true as I live, she moved them again!" + +Mrs. Green took the doll, and found that the eyes did really move. +It was funny, but it was true. Mrs. Lee and Flora knew all about +it. + +The eyes were made of glass, and there was something inside of the +doll which moved them when the body was bent. + +"Let me see," said Katy, who had been looking on in silence all +this time. Nellie gave her the doll at once; and she bent the body +and saw the eyes move twenty times. The happy owner of Miss Dolly +waited with patience till her sister had done with her. + +"Why didn't aunt Jane get me one like that, I wonder," said Katy, +when she gave the doll to Nellie. + +"I suppose she could not afford to buy one like this, for she is +not so rich as Mrs. Lee." + +"But you shall have her to play with just when you want her," said +Nellie. + +"Pooh! I don't want your old dolly," snarled Katy. "She isn't half +so good as mine. I would rather have Lady Jane than have her, any +day." + +"Why, then, did you wish your aunt Jane had given you one like +this?" asked her mother. + +"I don't care for her old dolly! She may keep it for all me," +replied Katy. + +"But it shall be yours just as much as mine, Katy," said Nellie, in +tones so gentle and sweet that her sister ought to have kissed her +for them, and loved her more than she ever loved her before. + +But she did not. She was envious. She was sorry the doll had been +given to Nellie--sorry because it was a prettier one than her own. +It was a very wicked feeling. She had some presents of her own, but +her envy spoiled all the pleasure she might have taken in them. + +Nellie was almost sorry the doll had been given to her, when she +saw how Katy felt about it. Mrs. Green talked to the envious girl +till she cried, about her conduct. She tried to make her feel how +odious and wicked envy made her. + +Whenever Katy saw the new doll, she seemed to be angry with her +sister. Poor Nellie's pleasure was nearly spoiled, and she even +offered to exchange her doll for Katy's, but her mother would not +let her do so. + +In a few days, however, she seemed to feel better, and the two +sisters had some good times with their dolls. I say she seemed to +feel better, but she really did not. She did not like it that +Nellie's doll was a finer one than her own. + +Yet Nellie was happier, for she thought Katy was cured of her ill +feeling. Then she loved her doll more than ever. She was a cunning +little girl, and she thought so much of her new friend that she +always used to say "Dolly and I." + +When her mother asked her where she had been, she would reply, +"Dolly and I have been having a nice time upstairs." "Dolly and I" +used to do ever so many things, and no two little ladies could +ever enjoy themselves more than did Dolly and Nellie. + +I am sorry to say that Katy did not like Dolly at all. She could +never forgive her for moving her eyes, because Lady Jane could not +move hers. It is true that, after she saw how silly and wicked her +envy made her appear to others, she tried very hard not to show it. + +We may be just as wicked without showing our sin to others, as we +can be when we let the world see just what we are. When we are +wicked, the sin is more in the heart than in the actions. + +Men may seem to be very good when they are really very bad, though +people almost always find out such persons. Katy was just as +wicked, just as envious, when her sister thought she was kind and +loving, as she was on that Christmas morning, when the doll was +found in the chamber. + +You will be surprised and sorry when you see just how wicked her +envy made her. I shall tell you about it in the next chapter, and I +hope it will lead you to drive any such feeling from your own +hearts. + +[Illustration: What Katy did.] + +[Illustration: Nellie and Katy in their room.] + + + + +IV. + + +Lady Jane and Miss Dolly were kept in the lower drawer of the +bureau, for they were very fine young ladies, and Mrs. Green wished +to have them kept clean and nice. + +One day, about two weeks after Miss Dolly was given to Nellie, both +she and Katy had been playing with the dolls. When the bell rang +for tea, they ran downstairs; but before they went they put the +dolls in the drawer. As they were in a hurry, they were not very +careful, and the dresses of both the dolls were sadly tumbled. + +Mrs. Green, who was in the room, saw in what manner Miss Dolly and +Lady Jane had been thrown into the drawer; and before she went +down to tea, she took them both out, smoothed down their dresses, +and put them back in a more proper manner. + +Katy and Nellie had had some talk about their dolls; and the +envious girl had said hers was better than her sister's. Nellie did +not dispute with her about it, but she saw that Katy had not got +over that bad feeling yet. + +The children ate their suppers, and not a word more was said about +the dolls; but Katy looked very sour. She was thinking about Miss +Dolly's eyes, and wishing Lady Jane's eyes would move like the +other's. + +She finished her supper, and ran upstairs again. By this time it +was quite dark in the room where the dolls were kept, and Nellie +and her mother wondered why she went upstairs at that late hour. + +Katy was still thinking of those eyes. She thought her aunt Jane +was real mean not to buy her such a doll; and then she was very +sorry that Flora's mother had bought it for her sister. + +While she was thinking these wicked thoughts she went to the +bureau, and opened the lower drawer. It was so dark she could +hardly see the dolls, but she took out one of them. + +"Your dolly shall not be better than mine any longer," said she to +herself. + +As she said this, she took the scissors from the work basket on the +bureau, and finding one of the eyes with her fingers, she struck +one of the points right into it. Then she turned the scissors, so +as entirely to destroy the eye. Not content with this, she spoiled +the other eye in the same manner. + +"Now your doll isn't so good as mine, anyhow," said she to herself, +as she put the poor spoiled lady back into the drawer. + +I would not have a little girl feel as she felt then for all the +world. Her heart was full of envy and wickedness. To gratify her +ill feeling she had thrust the scissors into the eyes of the doll. +She knew how badly her sister would feel, but she did not care for +this. Now Lady Jane was the best doll, and she did not care for +anything else. + +She staid in the room but a few moments. Closing the drawer, she +hastened downstairs, and took a seat by the fire. She tried to look +as though nothing had happened; but she was sour and sullen, for +she felt that she had done a very naughty act. + +"Come, Katy, let us go upstairs and play with the dollies again," +said Nellie, when she had got through with her supper. + +"I don't want to," replied she, without even looking at her sister. + +"Do come, Katy." + +"I tell you I don't want to," snarled she. + +"You can bring your dolly downstairs, and play with her here, +Nellie," said her mother. + +"May I, mother?" + +"You may--take a light with you." + +"I don't want any light, mother; I can find her just as well in the +dark;" and away she ran to get the doll. + +Don't you think Katy trembled then? She did tremble, like a leaf, +and wished she had not done the naughty deed. In a moment Nellie +would return with poor Miss Dolly, whose eyes had been spoiled with +the scissors. She did not think it would be found out so soon, and +she could not think what to say before the doll came down. + +She felt just as though she should sink through the floor, when +Nellie came into the room with the doll in her arms. There would be +an awful time in a moment, and her father and mother would want to +know who had spoiled Miss Dolly's eyes. + +They knew she had been upstairs since tea, and they would charge +her with the naughty act. She meant to deny it, for those who are +wicked enough to do such things are almost always wicked enough to +lie about them. + +"Now won't you and I have a nice time, Dolly?" said Nellie, as she +rushed into the sitting room, with the doll in her arms, "Come, +Katy, let's play Dolly is the Queen of England." + +"I don't want to play." + +"Well--won't you make me a crown for her?" + +"I can't." + +Katy was waiting for her sister to find out the mischief that had +been done, and she dreaded the moment when she should do so. She +did not dare to look at her, for fear her looks might betray her. + +"You shall be queen without any crown," said Nellie, as she placed +the doll on the table. "This pincushion shall be your throne. +There, you look just like a queen--don't she, mother?" + +"I think she does," replied Mrs. Green, with a smile. "I hope she +will be as good as Queen Victoria." + +"She will, mother--only she ought to have a crown." + +"I have got a piece of gilt paper upstairs, and I will make her +one. I'm going up in a minute." + +Katy, not daring to look yet, did not know what to think of this +talk. How could the doll look like a queen when her eyes had been +punched out with the scissors? It was very strange to her, and she +stole a glance at the queenly Miss Dolly on the table. + +There she was, seated on her pincushion throne, just as if nothing +had happened. Her eyes were just as bright as ever, and as Nellie +bent her body, she moved them as well as ever she could. + +Katy did not know what to make of it. She had certainly driven the +scissors into the eyes of the doll as hard as she could; but there +was Miss Dolly as good as new. She could not explain it, and it was +of no use to try. + +Mrs. Green brought down the scissors, and cut out the crown. Then +Miss Dolly certainly looked like a queen, and Nellie spent a very +pleasant hour with her majesty, till it was time for her to go to +bed. + +Katy was very unhappy. She had not done what she meant to do, and +she was filled with doubt. But she did not have to wait long to +find out what she had done. When Mrs. Green went upstairs with the +children, Miss Dolly had to be put to bed first, for she was a +queen. + +When the bureau drawer was opened, what do you think they saw? +There lay Lady Jane, with both of her eyes punched out! + +Katy burst into tears when she saw that her doll was entirely +spoiled. Then she found that she had made a mistake. In the +darkness she had punched out the eyes of Lady Jane instead of Miss +Dolly. This is the way that wicked people often punish themselves +instead of others. + +Her mother had changed the places of the dolls in the drawer, and +this was the reason why Katy had made the mistake. Don't you think +it served her right? + +Katy felt so badly that she could not tell any of the lies she had +made up, and the truth was found out by her mother. Mrs. Green +scolded her for what she had done, and for what she meant to do. +The naughty girl cried herself to sleep that night, but poor Lady +Jane was utterly ruined. + +Nellie felt almost as bad as her sister, and said all she could to +console her. The next day Katy was so ashamed of herself that she +did not wish to see anybody. But in a few days she got over it; and +her mother hoped the affair would do her a great deal of good. +Whenever she showed a spirit of envy, Mrs. Green reminded her of +her doll, and she tried to conquer the feeling; but it took many +years to cure her. + +[Illustration: Mrs. Green scolding Katy.] + +When you envy others, although you may not punch out the eyes of +your own doll, you hurt yourself more than any one else. + + + + +THE BIRTHDAY PARTY. + +[Illustration: "Play us some tunes," said the children.--Page +211.] + + + + +THE BIRTHDAY PARTY. + +I. + + +Flora Lee's birthday came in July. Her mother wished very much to +celebrate the occasion in a proper manner. Flora was a good girl, +and her parents were always glad to do anything they could to +please her, and to increase her happiness. + +They were very indulgent parents, and as they had plenty of money, +they could afford to pay well for a "good time." Yet they were not +weak and silly in their indulgence. As much as they loved their +little daughter, they did not give her pies and cakes to eat when +they thought such articles would hurt her. + +They did not let her lie in bed till noon because they loved her, +or permit her to do anything that would injure her, either in body +or mind. Flora always went to church, and to the Sunday school, and +never cried to stay at home. If she had cried, it would have made +no difference, for her father and mother meant to have her do +right, whether she liked it or not. + +But Flora gave them very little trouble about such matters. Her +parents knew best what was good for her, and she was willing in all +things to obey them. It was for this reason that they were so +anxious to please her, even at the expense of a great deal of time +and money. + +The birthday of Flora came on Wednesday, and school did not keep in +the afternoon. All the children, therefore, could attend the party +which they intended to give in honor of the day. + +About a week before the time, Mrs. Lee told Flora she might have +the party, and wanted her to make out a list of all the children +whom she wished to invite. + +"I want to ask all the children in Riverdale," said Flora, +promptly. + +"Not all, I think," replied Mrs. Lee. + +"Yes, mother, all of them." + +"But you know there are a great many bad boys in town. Do you wish +to invite them?" + +"Perhaps, if we treat them well, they will be made better by it." + +"Would you like to have Joe Birch come to the party?" + +"I don't know, mother," said Flora, musing. + +"I think you had better invite only those who will enjoy the party, +and who will not be likely to spoil the pleasure of others. We +will not invite such boys as Joe Birch." + +"Just as you think best, dear mother," replied Flora. "Shall I ask +such boys as Tommy Woggs?" + +"Tommy isn't a bad boy," said Mrs. Lee, with a smile. + +"I don't know that he is; but he is a very queer fellow. You said I +had better not ask those who would be likely to spoil the pleasure +of others." + +"Do you think, my child, Tommy Woggs will do so?" + +"I am afraid he would; he is such a queer boy." + +"But Tommy is a great traveler, you know," added Mrs. Lee, +laughing. + +"The boys and girls don't like him, he pretends to be such a big +man. He knows more than all the rest of the world put together--at +least, he thinks he does." + +"I think you had better ask him, for he will probably feel slighted +if you don't." + +"Very well, mother." + +"Now, Flora, I will take a pencil and paper, and write down the +names of all the boys and girls with whom you are acquainted; and +you must be careful not to forget any. Here comes Frank; he will +help you." + +Frank was told about the party, and he was quite as much pleased +with the idea as his sister had been; and both of them began to +repeat the name of all the boys and girls they could remember. + +For half an hour they were employed in this manner, and then the +list was read over to them, so as to be sure that no names had been +omitted. + +Flora and Frank now went through all the streets of Riverdale, in +imagination, thinking who lived in each house; and when they had +completed their journey in fancy, they felt sure they had omitted +none. + +"But we must invite cousins Sarah and Henry," said Flora. "O, I +hope they will come! Henry is so funny; we can't do without them." + +"Perhaps they will come; at any rate we will send them +invitations," replied Mrs. Lee. + +The next day, when the children had gone to school, Mrs. Lee went +to the office of the Riverdale Gazette, which was the village +newspaper, and had the invitations printed on nice gilt-edged +paper. + +By the following day Mrs. Lee had written in the names of the +children invited, enclosed the notes in envelopes, and directed +them. I will give you a copy of one of them, that you may know how +to write them when you have a birthday party, though I dare say it +would do just as well if you go to your friends and ask them to +attend. If you change the names and dates, this note will answer +for any party. + + _Miss Flora Lee presents her compliments to Miss Nellie Green, + and requests the pleasure of her company on Wednesday + afternoon, July 20._ + + _Riverdale, July 15._ + +"Those are very fine indeed," said Flora: "shall I put on my +bonnet, and carry out some of them to-day?" + +"No, my child; it is not quite the thing for you to carry your own +invitations. I will tell you what you may do. You may hire David +White to deliver them for you. You must pay him for it; give him +half a dollar, which will be a good thing for him." + +This plan was adopted, and Frank was sent with the notes and the +money over to the poor widow's cottage. + +"Don't you think it is very wicked, mother, for rich folks to have +parties, when the money they cost will do so much good to the +poor?" asked Flora. + +"I do not think so, my dear child." + +"Well, I think so, mother," added Flora, warmly. + +"Perhaps you do not fully understand it." + +"I think I do." + +"Why should it be wicked for you to enjoy yourself?" + +"I don't think it is wicked to enjoy myself, but only to spend +money for such things. You said you were going to have the +Riverdale Band, and that the music would cost more than twenty +dollars." + +"I did, and the supper will cost at least twenty more; for I have +spoken to the confectioner to supply us with ice cream, cake, +jellies, and other luxuries. We shall have a supply of strawberries +and cream, and all the nice things of the season. We must also +erect a tent in the garden, in which we shall have the supper; +but after tea I will tell you all about it." + +[Illustration: Flora and her Father.] + +[Illustration: Writing the notes.] + + + + +II. + + +Flora could not help thinking how much good the forty dollars, +which her father would have to pay for the birthday party, would do +if given to the poor. + +It seemed to her just like spending the money for a few hours' +pleasure; and even if they had a fine time, which she was quite +sure they would have, it would be soon over, and not do any real +good. + +Forty dollars was a great deal of money. It would pay Mrs. White's +rent for a whole year; it would clothe her family, and feed them +nearly all the next winter. It appeared to her like a shameful +waste; and these thoughts promised to take away a great deal from +the pleasure of the occasion. + +"I think, mother, I had just as lief not have the band, and only +have a supper of bread and butter and seed cakes." + +"Why, Flora, what has got into you?" said her father. + +Mrs. Lee laughed at the troubled looks of Flora, and explained to +her father the nature of her scruples in regard to the party. + +"Where did the child get this foolish idea?" asked her father, who +thought her notions were too old and too severe for a little girl. + +"Didn't I see last winter how much good only a little money would +do?" replied Flora. + +"Don't you think it is wicked for me to live in this great house, +keep five or six horses, and nine or ten servants, when I could +live in a little house, like Mrs. White?" laughed Mr. Lee. + +"All the money you spend would take care of a dozen families of +poor folks," said Flora. + +"That is very true. Suppose I should turn away all the men and +women that work for me,--those, I mean, who work about the house +and garden,--and give the money I spend in luxuries to the poor." + +"But what would John and Peter, Hannah and Bridget do then? They +would lose their places, and not be able to earn anything. Why, no, +father; Peter has a family; he has got three children, and he must +take care of them." + +"Ah, you begin to see it--do you?" said Mr. Lee, with a smile. "All +that I spend upon luxury goes into the pockets of the farmer, +mechanic, and laborer." + +"I see that, father," replied Flora, looking as bright as sunshine +again; "but all the money spent on my party will be wasted--won't +it?" + +"Not a cent of it, my child. If I were a miser, and kept my money +in an iron safe, and lived like a poor man, I should waste it +then." + +"But twenty dollars for the Riverdale Band is a great deal to give +for a few hours' service. It don't do any good, I think." + +"Yes, it does; music improves our minds and hearts. It makes us +happy. I have engaged six men to play. They are musicians only at +such times as they can get a job. They are shoemakers, also, and +poor men; and the money which I shall pay them will help support +their families and educate them." + +"What a fool I was, father!" exclaimed Flora. + +"O, no; not so bad as that; for a great many older and wiser +persons than yourself have thought just what you think." + +"But the supper, father,--the ice cream, the cake, and the +lemonade,--won't all the money spent for these things be wasted?" + +"No more than the money spent for the music. The confectioner and +those whom he employs depend upon their work for the means of +supporting themselves and their families." + +"So they do, father. And when you have a party, you are really +doing good to the poor." + +"That depends upon circumstances," replied Mr. Lee. "I don't think +it would be an act of charity for a person who could not afford it +to give a party. I only mean to say that when we spend money for +that which does not injure us or anybody else, what we spend goes +into the pockets of those who need it. + +"A party--a proper party, I mean, such a one as you will have--is a +good thing in itself. Innocent amusement is just as necessary as +food and drink. + +"God has given me wealth, Flora, and he expects me to do all the +good I can with it. I hold it as his steward. Now, when I pay one +of these musicians three or four dollars for an afternoon's work, I +do him a favor as well as you and those whom you invite to your +party. + +"And I hope the party will make you love one another more than ever +before. I hope the music will warm your hearts, and that the supper +will make you happy, and render you thankful to the Giver of all +things for his constant bounty." + +"How funny that I should make such a blunder!" exclaimed Flora. "I +am sure I shall enjoy my party a great deal more now that I +understand these things." + +"I hope you won't understand too much, Flora. Suppose you had only +a dollar, and that it had been given you to purchase a story book. +Then, suppose Mrs. White and her children were suffering from want +of fuel and clothing. What would you do with your dollar?" + +"I would--" + +"Wait a minute, Flora," interposed her father. "When you buy the +book, you pay the printer, the paper maker, the bookseller, the +type founder, the miner who dug the earth, the machinist who made +the press, and a great many other persons whose labor enters into +the making of a book--you pay all these men for their labor; you +give them money to help take care of their wives and children, +their fathers and mothers. You help all these men when you buy a +book. Now, what would you do with your dollar?" + +"I would give it to poor Mrs. White," promptly replied Flora. + +"I think you would do right, for your money would do more good in +her hands. The self-denial on your part would do you good. I only +wanted you to understand that, when you bought a book,--even a book +which was only to amuse you,--the money is not thrown away. + +"Riches are given to men for a good purpose; and they ought to use +their wealth for the benefit of others, as well as for their own +pleasure. If they spend money, even for things that are of no real +use to them, it helps the poor, for it feeds and clothes them." + +Flora was much interested in this conversation, and perhaps some of +my young friends will think she was an old head to care for such +things; but I think they can all understand what was said as well +as she did. + +[Illustration: On the Lawn.] + + + + +III. + + +The great day at length arrived, and everything was ready for the +party. On the lawn, by the side of the house, a large tent had been +put up, in which the children were to have the feast. + +Under a large maple tree, near the tent, a stage for the musicians +had been erected. Two swings had been put up; and there was no good +reason why the children should not enjoy themselves to their +hearts' content. + +I think the teachers in the Riverdale school found it hard work to +secure the attention of their scholars on the forenoon of that day, +for all the boys and girls in the neighborhood were thinking about +the party. + +As early as one o'clock in the afternoon the children began to +collect at the house of Mr. Lee, and at the end of an hour all who +had received invitations were present. The band had arrived, and at +a signal from Mr. Lee the music commenced. + +"Now, father, we are all here. What shall we do?" asked Flora, who +was so excited she did not know which way to turn, or how to +proceed to entertain the party. + +"Wait a few minutes, and let the children listen to the music. They +seem to enjoy it very well." + +"But we want to play something, father." + +"Very soon, my child, we will play something." + +"What shall we play, father?" + +"There are plenty of plays. Wouldn't you like to march a little +while to the music?" + +"March?" + +[Illustration: The Swing.] + +"Yes, march to the tune of 'Hail, Columbia.' I will show you how to +do it." + +"I don't know what you mean, father." + +"Well, I will show you in a few minutes." + +When the band had played a little longer, Mr. Lee assembled the +children in the middle of the lawn, and asked them if they would +like to march. + +They were pleased with the idea, though some of them thought it +would be rather tame amusement for such an exciting occasion. + +"You want two leaders, and I think you had better choose them +yourselves. It would be the most proper to select two boys." + +Mr. Lee thought the choice of the leaders would amuse them; so he +proposed that they should vote for them. + +"How shall we vote, father?" asked Frank. + +"Three of the children must retire, and pick out four persons; and +the two of these four who get the most votes shall be the leaders." + +Mr. Lee appointed two girls and one boy to be on this committee; +but while he was doing so, Tommy Woggs said he did not think this +was a good play. + +"I don't think they will choose the best leaders," said Tommy. + +"Don't you, Mr. Woggs?" asked Mr. Lee, laughing. + +"No, sir, I do not. What do any of these boys know about such +things!" said Tommy, with a sneer. "I have been to New York, and +have seen a great many parades." + +"Have you, indeed?" + +"Yes, sir, I have." + +"And you think you would make a better leader than any of the +others?" + +"I think so, sir." + +All the children laughed heartily at Master Woggs, who was so very +modest! + +"None of these boys and girls have ever been to New York," added +Tommy, his vanity increasing every moment. + +"That is very true; and perhaps the children will select you as +their leader." + +"They can do as they like. If they want me, I should be very +willing to be their leader," replied Tommy. + +It was very clear that Master Woggs had a very good opinion of +himself. He seemed to think that the fact of his having been to New +York made a hero of him, and that all the boys ought to take off +their caps to him. + +But it is quite as certain that the Riverdale children did not +think Master Woggs was a very great man. He thought so much of +himself, that there was no room for others to think much of him. + +The committee of three returned in a few minutes, and reported the +names of four boys to be voted for as the leaders. They were Henry +Vernon, Charley Green, David White, and Tommy Woggs. + +The important little gentleman who had been to New York, was +delighted with the action of the committee. He thought all the +children could see what a very fine leader he would make, and that +all of them would vote for him. + +"What shall we do for votes, father?" asked Frank. + +"We can easily manage that, Frank," replied Mr. Lee. + +"We have no paper here." + +"Listen to me a moment, children," continued Mr. Lee. "There are +four boys to be voted for; and we will choose one leader first, +and then the other. + +"Those who want Henry Vernon for a leader will put a blade of grass +in the hat which will be the ballot box; those who want Charley +Green will put in a clover blossom; those who want David White will +put in a maple leaf; and those who want to vote for Tommy Woggs +will put in a--let me see--put in a dandelion flower." + +The children laughed, for they thought the dandelion was just the +thing for Master Woggs, who had been to New York. + +One of the boys carried round Mr. Lee's hat, and it was found that +Henry Vernon had the most votes; so he was declared to be the first +leader. + +"Humph!" said Tommy Woggs. "What does Henry Vernon know? He has +never been to New York." + +"But he lives in Boston," added Charley Green. + +"Boston is nothing side of New York." + +"I think Boston is a great place," replied Charley. + +"That's because you have never been to New York," said Master +Woggs. "They will, of course, all vote for me next time. If they +do, I will show them how things are done in New York." + +"Pooh!" exclaimed Charley, as he left the vain little man. + +While all the children were wondering who would be the other +leader, Flora was electioneering among them for her favorite +candidate; that is, she was asking her friends to vote for the one +she wanted. Who do you suppose it was? Master Woggs? No. It was +David White. + +The hat was passed round again, and when the votes were counted, +there was only one single dandelion blossom found in the hat. + +Tommy Woggs was mad, for he felt that his companions had slighted +him; but it was only because he was so vain and silly. People do +not often think much of those who think a great deal of themselves. + +There was a great demand for maple leaves, and David White was +chosen the second leader, and had nearly all the votes. The boys +then gave three cheers for the leaders, and the lines were formed. +Mr. Lee told Henry and David just how they were to march, and the +band at once began to play "Hail, Columbia." + +The children first marched, two by two, round the lawn, and then +down the center. When they reached the end, one leader turned off +to the right, and the other to the left, each followed by a single +line of the children. + +Passing round the lawn, they came together again on the other side. +Then they formed a great circle, a circle within a circle, and +concluded the march with the "grand basket." + +This was certainly a very simple play, but the children enjoyed it +ever so much--I mean all but vain Master Woggs, who was so greatly +displeased because he was not chosen one of the leaders, that he +said there was no fun at all in the whole thing. + +About half an hour was spent in marching, and then Mr. Lee proposed +a second game. The children wanted to march a little longer; but +there were a great number of things to be done before night, and so +it was thought best, on the whole, to try a new game. + +[Illustration: The old fiddler.] + + + + +IV. + + +When the children had done marching, Mrs. Lee took charge of the +games. Several new plays, which none of them had heard of before, +were introduced. The boys and girls all liked them very well, and +the time passed away most rapidly. + +Just before they were going to supper, an old man, with a fiddle in +his hand, tottered into the garden, and down the lawn. He was a +very queer-looking old man. He had long white hair, and a long +white beard. + +He was dressed in old, worn-out, soldier clothes, in part, and had +a sailor's hat upon his head, so that they could not tell whether +he was a soldier or a sailor. + +As he approached the children, they began to laugh with all their +might; and he certainly was a very funny old man. His long beard +and hair, his tattered finery, and his hobbling walk, would have +made almost any one laugh--much more a company of children as full +of fun as those who were attending the birthday party. + +"Children," said the old man, as he took off his hat and made a low +bow, "I heard there was a party here, and I came to play the fiddle +for you. All the boys and girls like a fiddle, because it is so +merry." + +"O mother! what did send that old man here?" cried Flora. + +"He came of himself, I suppose," replied Mrs. Lee, laughing. + +"I think it is too bad to laugh at an old man like him," added +Flora. + +"It would be, if he were in distress; but don't you see he is as +merry as any of the children?" + +"Play us some tunes," said the children. + +"I will, my little dears;" and the old man raised the fiddle. +"Let's see--I will play 'Napoleon's Grand March.'" + +The fiddler played, but he behaved so queerly that the children +laughed so loud they could hardly hear the music. + +"Why, that's 'Yankee Doodle,'" said Henry Vernon; and they all +shouted at the idea of calling that tune "Napoleon's Grand March." + +"Now I will play you the solo to the opera of 'La Sonnambula,'" +said the old man. + +"Whew!" said Henry. + +The old man fiddled again, with the same funny movements as before. + +"Why, that's 'Yankee Doodle' too!" exclaimed Henry. + +"I guess he don't know any other tune." + +"You like that tune so well, I will play you 'Washington's +March;'" and the funny old fiddler, with a great flourish, began to +play again; but still it was "Yankee Doodle." + +And so he went on saying he would play many different tunes, but he +played nothing but "Yankee Doodle." + +"Can't you tell us a story now?" asked Charley Green. + +"O, yes, my little man, I can tell you a story. What shall it be?" + +"Are you a soldier or a sailor?" + +"Neither, my boy." + +"The story! the story!" shouted the boys, very much excited. + +"Some years ago I was in New York," the old man commenced. + +"Did you see me there?" demanded Tommy Woggs. + +"Well, my little man, I don't remember that I saw you." + +"O, I was there;" and Tommy thrust his hands down to the bottom of +his pockets, and strutted up the space between the children and the +comical old fiddler. + +"I did see a very nice-looking little gentleman--" + +"That was me," pompously added Tommy. + +"He was stalking up Broadway. He thought everybody was looking at +and admiring him; but such was not the case. He looked just +like--just like--" + +"Like me?" asked Tommy. + +"Like a sick monkey," replied the fiddler. + +"Go on with your story." + +"I will, children. Several years ago I was in New York. It is a +great city; if you don't believe it, ask Master Tommy Woggs." + +"You tell the truth, Mr. Fiddler. It is a great city, and I have +been all over it, and can speak from observation," replied Master +Woggs. + +"The story!" shouted the children. + +"I was walking up Broadway. This street is always crowded with +people, as well as with carts and carriages." + +"I have seen that street," said Tommy. + +"Now you keep still a few minutes, Tommy, if you can," interposed +Mrs. Lee. + +"At the corner of Wall Street--" + +"I know where that is," exclaimed Tommy. + +"At the corner of Wall Street there was a man with a kind of cart, +loaded with apples and candy, which he was selling to the passers +by. Suddenly there came a stage down the street, and ran into the +apple cart." + +"I saw the very same thing done," added Tommy, with his usual +self-important air. + +"Keep still, Tom Woggs," said Charley Green. + +"The apples were scattered all over the sidewalk; yet the man +picked up all but one of them, though he was very angry with the +driver of the stage for running against his cart." + +"Why didn't he pick up the other apple?" asked Henry. + +"A well-dressed man, with big black whiskers, picked that up. 'Give +it to me,' said the apple man. 'I will not,' replied the man with +whiskers. The apple merchant was as mad as he could be; and then +the man with black whiskers put his hand in his pocket and drew out +a knife. The blade was six inches long." + +"O, dear me!" exclaimed Flora. + +"Raising the knife, he at once moved towards the angry apple +merchant, and--and--" + +"Well, what?" asked several, eagerly. + +"And cut a piece out of the apple, and put it in his mouth." + +The children all laughed heartily, for they were sure the man with +the whiskers was going to stab the apple merchant. + +"He then took two cents from his pocket, paid for the apple, and +went his way," continued the old man. "Now, there is one thing more +I can do. I want to run a race with these boys." + +"Pooh! You run a race!" sneered Charley. + +"I can beat you." + +"Try it, and see." + +The old man and Charley took places, and were to start at the word +from Henry. But when it was given, the fiddler hobbled off, leaving +Charley to follow at his leisure. + +When the old man had got half way round the lawn, Charley started, +sure he could catch him long before he reached the goal. But just +as the boy was coming up with the man, the latter began to run, and +poor Charley found, much to his surprise, that he ran very fast. He +was unable to overtake him, and consequently lost the race. + +The children were much astonished when they saw the old man run so +fast. He appeared to have grown young all at once. But he offered +to race with any of the boys again; and half a dozen of them agreed +to run with him. + +"I guess I will take my coat off this time," said the fiddler. + +As he threw away the coat, he slipped off the wig and false beard +he wore; and the children found, to their surprise, that the old +man was Mr. Lee, who had dressed himself up in this disguise to +please them. + +The supper was now ready, and all the children were invited to the +tent. They had played so hard that all of them had excellent +appetites, and the supper was just as nice as a supper could be. + +It was now nearly dark, and the children had to go home; but all of +them declared the birthday party of Flora was the best they ever +attended. + +"Only to think," said Flora, when she went to bed that night, "the +old fiddler was my father!" + +[Illustration: Flora's good-bye.] + + + + +LIZZIE. + + + Mother, what ails our Lizzie dear, + So cold and still she lies? + She does not speak a word to-day, + And closed her soft blue eyes. + Why won't she look at me again, + And laugh and play once more? + I cannot make her look at me + As she used to look before. + + Her face and neck as marble white, + And, O, so very cold! + Why don't you warm her, mother dear, + Your cloak around her fold? + Her little hand is cold as ice, + Upon her waveless breast,-- + So pure, I thought I could see through, + The little hand I pressed. + + Your darling sister's dead, my child; + She cannot see you now: + The damps of death are gath'ring there + Upon her marble brow. + She cannot speak to you again, + Her lips are sealed in death; + That little hand will never move, + Nor come that fleeting breath. + + All robed in white, and decked with flowers, + We'll lay her in the tomb; + The flower that bloomed so sweetly here, + No more on earth will bloom; + But in our hearts we'll lay her up, + And love her all the more, + Because she died in life's spring time, + Ere earth had won her o'er. + + Nay, nay, my child, she is not dead, + Although she slumbers there, + And cold and still her marble brow, + And free from pain and care. + She slept, and passed from earth to heaven, + And won her early crown: + An angel now she dwells above, + And looks in triumph down. + + She is not dead, for Jesus died + That she might live again. + "Forbid them not," the Saviour said, + And blessed dear sister then. + Her little lamp this morn went out + On earth's time-bounded shore; + But angels bright in heaven this morn + Relighted it once more. + + Some time we, too, shall fall asleep, + To wake in heaven above, + And meet our angel Lizzie there + In realms of endless love. + We'll bear sweet sister in our hearts, + And then there'll ever be + An angel there to keep our souls + From sin and sorrow free. + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES + + +Minor punctuation corrections have been made. Additional changes +are noted below: + +Page 23: inserted "makes" in the sentence "It always me a good deal sicker +than I was before--it does indeed, father." + +Page 77: changed typo "than" to "that" + +Page 96: changed typo "and" to "find" + +Page 125: changed typo "Nelie" to "Nellie" + +Page 134: changed typo "tell" to "tells" + +Page 136: changed typo "apeared" to "appeared" + +Page 213: removed duplicate "the" + +Page 223: changed typo "heart's" to "hearts" + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Proud and Lazy, by Oliver Optic + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PROUD AND LAZY *** + +***** This file should be named 24415.txt or 24415.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/4/4/1/24415/ + +Produced by David Garcia, Suzan Flanagan, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library.) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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