h 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,