"No I shan't, either," said George; "I popped it for myself."

"You're real stingy," replied Ella; "but no matter, Ralph and I will
pop some for ourselves. Where is the bag?"

"You must find it for yourselves--I had to," was George's selfish
reply, as he gathered the last of his popped corn into his pocket,
badly burning his fingers, in his anxiety lest his brother or sister
should get hold of a kernel or two.

Ella and Ralph commenced searching for the bag of corn, but they could
not find it. They looked in every place where they supposed it might
be, but in vain. Their mother had gone to bed with a sick headache, or
they would have ascertained where it was from her. At length they gave
up the search, and returned to the sitting-room, in no very pleasant
frame of mind.

"I do declare, George," said Ella, "you are the meanest boy I ever
heard of."

"Why, what is the matter with George?" inquired his grandmother.

"He 's been popping some of the corn you gave us," replied Ella; "and
he won't give us a kernel of it, nor tell us where the bag is, so that
we can pop some for ourselves."

"Why, George," said Mrs. Lee, "that is too bad; I would tell them where
the corn is, for I intended it as much for them as for you."

"I don't care," said George; "they've called me mean and stingy, and