7. Then he slipped the basket quite near his own end of the pole. His load
was now heavier than that of his little brother.

8. Yet he was happy; for he felt that he had done right. Had he deceived
his brother, he would not have felt at all happy.



LESSON XVII.

bus'y (biz'zy) mis'chief looked un'to glee

con triv'ing ring'lets nod'dle drew nun

press'ing fin'gers car'pet wise lips

em brace' pon'der lash'es climb true


MY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING.

1.
"What are you good for, my brave little man?
Answer that question for me, if you can,--
You, with your fingers as white as a nun,--
You, with your ringlets as bright as the sun.
All the day long, with your busy contriving,
Into all mischief and fun you are driving;
See if your wise little noddle can tell