“I don’t know what to do, exactly, to cure you,” she said; “but if you will think of any plan that will really succeed, I will give you an excursion in a carriage.”

“How far?” asked Egbert.

“Ten miles,” said his mother.  “I will take you in a carriage on an excursion anywhere you say, for ten miles, if you will find out some way to cure yourself of this fault.”

“I think you ought to punish me,” said Egbert, speaking in rather a timid tone.

“That’s just it,” said his mother, “It is for you to think of some kind of punishment that won’t be too disagreeable for me to inflict, and which will yet be successful in curing you of the fault.  I will allow you a fortnight to get cured.  If you are not cured in a fortnight I shall think the punishment is not enough, or that it is not of a good kind; but if it works so well as to cure you in a fortnight, then you shall have the ride.”

Egbert wished to know whether he must think of the punishment himself, or whether his sister Mary might help him.  His mother gave him leave to ask any body to help him that he pleased.  Mary, after some reflection, recommended that, whenever he was not dressed in time, he was to have only one lump of sugar, instead of four, in his tumbler of water for breakfast.

His usual drink at breakfast was a tumbler of water, with four lumps of sugar in it.  The first bell was rung at half-past six, and breakfast was at half-past seven.  His sister recommended that, as half an hour was ample time for the work of dressing, Egbert should go down every morning and report himself ready before the clock struck seven.  If he failed of this, he was to have only one lump of sugar, instead of four, in his glass of water.

There was some question about the necessity of requiring him to be ready before seven; Egbert being inclined to argue that if he was ready by breakfast-time, that would be enough.  But Mary said no.  “To allow you a full hour to dress,” she said, “when half an hour is enough, may answer very well in respect to having you ready for breakfast, but it is no way to cure you of the fault.  That would enable you to play half of the time while you are dressing, without incurring the punishment; but the way to cure you is to make it sure that you will have the punishment to bear if you play at all.”

So it was decided to allow only half an hour for the dressing-time.

Egbert’s mother said she was a little afraid about the one lump of sugar that was left to him when he failed.

“The plan may succeed,” she said; “I am very willing that you should try it; but I am afraid that when you are tempted to stop and play in the midst of your dressing, you will say, I shall have one lump of sugar, at any rate, and so will yield to the temptation.  So perhaps it would be safer for you to make the rule that you are not to have any sugar at all when you fail.  Still, perhaps your plan will succeed.  You can try it and see.  I should wish myself to have the punishment as slight as possible to produce the effect.”