Mother bid her, she should be punished by being
made to lie in bed. She shut up the window shutters, and took all the
books out of the room, and telling Emma not to get up until she gave
her leave, she went down stairs to breakfast.

Now children don't like to be put to bed in the daytime; at least I have
never heard of anyone that did; and Emma was soon tired of lying in bed,
in a dark room, wide awake, with nothing to do, and no pleasant
thoughts, for she could think of nothing but her naughty behavior. So
this was a very severe punishment, and she began to cry, and wish she
had minded quickly, and then she would have been down stairs, where the
sun was shining brightly into the windows. She would have been sitting
in her chair, with her dear little kitten in her lap, and a nice bowl of
bread and milk for her breakfast. She always saved a little milk in the
bottom of the bowl for Daisy her kitten, and after she had done, she
would give the rest to Daisy. So you see that Emma lost a great deal by
not minding quickly and what was worse than all, she had displeased her
Mother and made her unhappy.

Oh, how weary she got. How she longed to get up. She did not dare to
disobey her Mother, and she lay in her crib a long, long time, and
thought she never could be so naughty again.

At last her Mother came in the room. She opened the shutters, and said,
"Emma, you may get up and put on your stockings and shoes."

Emma jumped up quickly, and had them on in two minutes, and then she
took off her night-gown and put on her day clothes, which hung over the
back of the chair by her crib, and went to her Mother to have them
fastened, for she could not fasten them herself. Her Mother fastened her
clothes, and then taking her little girl's hand, she said, "My dear
little Emma, you have made me feel very unhappy this morning. I do not
like to punish you, but it is my duty to try to cure you of all your
naughty ways, and it is your duty to try to overcome them. If you do
not, some day you may meet with some terrible misfortune, like that
which happened to a boy I used to know when I was young. I will tell it
to you. This boy, like you, grieved his parents often, by not minding
quickly; and he suffered for it in a way that he will never forget, as
long as he lives. He was one day standing on the steps of the house
where he lived, and I was standing at the window of the house opposite,
where I lived. I was watching some men that were on