children and ruined grotto.

"Oh, hush! dears, pray hush," said Sarah, beginning to pick up the
shells, "we will soon build it up again." This they all declared
impossible, and cried afresh, but Sarah persevered, and quietly went on
piling up the shells, till at last one little mourner took up her coarse
pinafore and wiping her eyes, said, "Sarah does it very nicely." The
grotto rose beautifully, and at last they were all quiet and happy
again; all but poor Susy, who, seeing herself excluded, kept up a
terrible whine. "I wonder if Susan is sorry," said Sarah. "Not she, not
she, don't ask her here again," said they all. "Why not," said the
grandfather, who having walked about with Susy awhile, and talked
gravely to her, appeared to have brought about a change in her temper?
"Why because she will knock it down again the first time any thing puts
her out." "Won't you try her?" said Sarah, pleadingly; but they still
said "No! no!" "Don't you mind the day, Dick," said Sarah, "when you
pulled grandfather's new net all into the mud, and tangled his twine,
and spoilt him a whole day's work?" "Yes," said Dick. "Ah, and don't
you mind, too, when he went out in the boat next day, and you asked to
go with him, just as if nothing had happened, and you had done no harm,
he said, 'ah, Dick, if I were to mind what _revenge_ says, I would not
take you with me; you have injured me very much, but I'll mind what
_love_ says, and that tells me to return good for evil?'" "Yes," says
Dick. "Do you think you could have hurt any thing of grandfather's after
that?" "No," said Dick, "but I did not do it in a rage, as Susy did."
"You did mischief, though," said Sarah; "but I want Susy to give over
going into these rages. I want to cure her. Beating her does no good,
mother says that herself; wont you all try and help to cure Susy?"

These children were not angels. I am writing of children as they are you