"Here is my lovely dolly, Lewie. If you will be very careful, I will let
you take her. See her beautiful eyes! Will Lewie make her open and shut
her eyes?"

"No-o-o-o!" again shouted the fretful child, and this time so loud as
effectually to arouse his youthful mamma, who was deep in an arm-chair,
and deeper still in the last fashionable novel.

"Agnes!" she exclaimed sharply, "cannot you let that child alone? I told
you to amuse him; and instead of doing so, you seem to delight in
teazing him and making him scream."

Again the little girl tried in various ways to amuse the wayward child.
He really was not well, and felt cross and irritable, and nothing that
his little sister could do to please him would succeed. With the utmost
patience and gentleness she labored to bring a smile to her little
brother's cheek, or at least so to win his attention as to keep him from
disturbing her mother. But the handkerchief rabbits, and the paper men
and women she could cut so beautifully, and which at times gave little
Lewie so much pleasure, were now all dashed impatiently aside. One by
one her little playthings were brought out, and placed before him, but
with no better success. Lewie had once seen the contents of a beautiful
work-box of his sister's, which stood in the centre of the side-board:
at this he pointed, and for this he screamed. Nothing else would please
him; at nothing else would he condescend to look.

"Oh, Lewie! darling Lewie! play with something else! Don't you know Aunt
Ellen gave sister that pretty work-box? and she said I must be so
careful of it, and Lewie would break all sister's pretty things."