XII.

THE WRONG WAY.

Edward was rather a rude, headstrong boy.  Like a great many young people of his age, he needed to be punished sometimes, and sometimes his parents did deal pretty sternly with him.  Edward had a sister, older than himself, by some years.  Fanny—­for this was the name of the girl—­tried one day, to tame little Eddy, when, according to her notion, he was inclined to be too wild.  Fanny was grieved to see her brother act so rudely.  They were visiting that day, at Aunt Sally’s, and it was natural enough that Fanny should wish to have her brother behave as well as he could.

“Eddy,” said she, in the hearing of her aunt and some of her cousins, “you act like a young colt.”

“Well, what if I do?” said Eddy, rather tartly.

“Why, you will need breaking, if you go on so, that’s all.”

“And suppose I should need breaking, I’d like to know who’ll break me.”

“May be I’d try my hand at it, if there’s nobody else to do it.”

“I’d like to see you try it.”

“Hush, Edward!  I’m ashamed of you.”

“You had better hush yourself, if you want me to hush.”

At this point in the dispute between the brother and sister, Aunt Sally thought it was best to put a stop to it.  She saw that Fanny could do no good to Edward, while he was in that mood, and so she said a word or two which turned the thoughts of both the brother and sister into another channel.

I suppose it can hardly be necessary to say to you, that, whatever may have been the right way to manage Edward, that which his sister tried at this time was certainly the wrong.

XIII.

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.”