THE RIGHT WAY.


Edward still behaved rather rudely--still "acted like a young colt."
"What a pity!" Fanny said to herself. "Mamma will be mortified, if she
ever hears about it. Well, I must try again, and see what I can do
with the little fellow this time."

So she called Eddy out into the yard in front of the house, and there,
where nobody else but him could hear her, she said,

"Eddy, I want to tell you a little story."

"Well," said Edward, "I want to hear a little story."

"Once there was a little boy," the sister said, commencing her story,
"that had a sister who was kind to him. His sister took good care of
her brother. She tried to do so, at any rate. When this little boy was
abroad, playing with his cousins, he was rude. He would not mind his
sister. He was a good deal younger than she was, and one would
suppose that he ought to have listened to her, when she talked to
him. But he did not. He was just as rude as ever; and his sister was
afraid that, when his mamma heard of his conduct, she would feel
ashamed of her son. What do you think of that boy, Eddy?"

"Sister," said the little fellow, "I am a very naughty boy. But I am
sorry I behaved so. I will try to do better, if you will forgive me."

And so, you see, the wild, rattle-headed boy, who was so full of fun,
that he could hardly hold in, and who was so wild that Fanny thought