“Never mind,” replied her mother; “it was polite in you to wish to invite her.”

They set out upon the walk.  Louisa runs hither and thither over the grass, returning continually to her mother to bring her flowers and curiosities.  Her mother looks at them all, seems to approve of, and to sympathize in, Louisa’s wonder and delight, and even points out new charms in the objects which she brings to her, that Louisa had not observed.

At length Louisa spied a butterfly.

“Mother,” said she, “here’s a butterfly.  May I run and catch him?”

“You may try,” said her mother.

Louisa ran till she was tired, and then came back to her mother, looking a little disappointed.

“I could not catch him, mother.”

“Never mind,” said her mother, “you had a good time trying, at any rate.  Perhaps you will see another by-and-by.  You may possibly see a bird, and you can try and see if you can catch him.”

So Louisa ran off to play again, satisfied and happy.

A little farther on a pretty tree was growing, not far from the path on one side.  A short, half-decayed log lay at the foot of the tree, overtopped and nearly concealed by a growth of raspberry-bushes, grass, and wild flowers.

“Louisa,” said the mother, “do you see that tree with the pretty flowers at the foot of it?”

“Yes, mother.”

“I would rather not have you go near that tree.  Come over to this side of the path, and keep on this side till you get by.”

Louisa began immediately to obey, but as she was crossing the path she looked up to her mother and asked why she must not go near the tree.

“I am glad you would like to know why,” replied her mother, “and I will tell you the reason as soon as we get past.”

Louisa kept on the other side of the path until the tree was left well behind, and then came back to her mother to ask for the promised reason.

“It was because I heard that there was a wasp’s nest under that tree,” said her mother.

“A wasp’s nest!” repeated Louisa, with a look of alarm.

“Yes,” rejoined her mother, “and I was afraid that the wasps might sting you.”

Louisa paused a moment, and then, looking back towards the tree, said,

“I am glad I did not go near it.”

“And I am glad that you obeyed me so readily,” said her mother.  “I knew you would obey me at once, without my giving any reason.  I did not wish to tell you the reason, for fear of frightening you while you were passing by the tree.  But I knew that you would obey me without any reason.  You always do, and that is why I always like to have you go with me when I take a walk.”

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Louisa is much gratified by this commendation, and the effect of it, and of the whole incident, in confirming and strengthening the principle of obedience in her heart, is very much greater than rebukes or punishments for any overt act of disobedience could possibly be.