So he laid down his little Bible, wiped the tears from his eyes, and went down stairs.  He met his father in the entry.  He went up to him, and took his hand, and said,

“Father, I am really very sorry I have been so naughty; I will try to be a good boy now.”

His father stooped down and kissed him.  “I am very glad to hear it, Rollo,” said he.  “Now you may go and find Lucy.  I believe she is up in your mother’s chamber.”

Rollo went off quite happy in pursuit of Lucy.  He found her sitting on a cricket in his mother’s room, looking over a little picture-book.  Rollo ran laughing up to her, and said,

“What have you got, Lucy?”

“One of your little picture-books.  Will you lend it to me to carry home?”

Rollo said he would, and then they began to talk about what they should do.  It rained very fast, and they could not go out of doors; and, after proposing several things, which, however, neither of them seemed to like, they turned to Rollo’s mother, and asked her what they had better do.

“I always find,” said his mother, “that when I am disappointed of any pleasure, it is best not to try to find any other pleasure in its place, but to turn to duty.”

The children did not understand this very well, and they were silent.

“What I mean,” she continued, “is this:  When we have just been disappointed of any pleasure which we had set our hearts upon, it is very difficult to find any thing else that we can have in its place, that will look as pleasant as the one we had lost.  You see that you are not satisfied with any thing you propose to one another.  Now, I find that the best way, in such cases, is to give up pleasure altogether, and turn to some duty; and after performing the duty a short time, peace and satisfaction return to the mind again, and we get over the effects of the disappointment in the quickest and pleasantest way.”

Rollo and Lucy looked at one another rather soberly.  They did not seem to know what to say.

“I presume, however, you will not do this,” continued his mother.

“Why?” said Rollo.

“Because,” said his mother, “it requires a good deal of resolution, at first, to turn to duty when you have just been setting your heart on pleasure.”

“O, we have got resolution enough,” said Rollo.

“What duty do you think we had better do?” asked Lucy.

“If I were you,” replied Rollo’s mother, “I should first of all sit down and have a good reading lesson.”

Rollo and Lucy hesitated a little, but they concluded to take their mother’s advice at last, and went to Rollo’s little library, and chose a book, and then went down to the back entry, and sat down there, on a long cricket, and began to read.

At first, it was rather hard to do it, for it did not look very pleasant to either of them to sit down and read, just at the time when they expected to be gathering blueberries on the mountain.  Rollo said, when they were opening the hook and finding the place, that, if they had gone, they should, by that time, have just about arrived at the foot of the mountain.