getting into trouble, and getting scolded and punished for it?
You who are always tearing your frock and soiling your nice white apron,
spilling ink on your copy-book, and misplacing your geography,
forgetting your pencil and losing your sponge, and so getting
reproof upon reproof until you are heart-sick and discouraged?
I know what Jessie Smith's father told HER the other day.
"You wouldn't meet with so many mishaps, Jessie, if you didn't RUSH so."
Jessie tried, after that, to move round more gently and carefully,
and I think she got on better.

Frances was just one of these "rushing" children, but she
was good-natured, and Tidy was quite fascinated with her.
It was so new to have an associate of her own age too; and so it
came to pass that almost immediately they were fast friends.
Now, as they strolled along in the starlight, under the great
spreading pines which stood as sentinels here and there along
their path, Tidy drank in eagerly all her companion said,
and in a little while had gathered all the interesting points
of information concerning the place and the people. Frances told
her how hard and mean the master and mistress were, and how poorly
the slaves fared down at the quarters. Up at the house they made
out very well, she said; but not half so well as she and her mother
did when they lived out east on Mr. Blackstone's plantation.
Then she described the busy summer season, when hundreds of
people came there to board and drink the water of the springs.
Mr. Lee had built two long rows of little brick houses, she said,
down by the springs, where the people lived while they were here,
and there was a great dining cabin with long tables and seats,
and a barbecue hall, where they had barbecues, and then danced
all night long, and had gay times. And there was plenty of money