t him. His view in this was
to engage the attention of Caesar and Pompey, in which he succeeded, as
they both got up, and jumped about the room.

Lady Russel was a little angry with him for making such a noise, and
told him, if he wanted to make such a mewing as that, the garden was the
most proper place. William pretended to be very much confused at this
reproof, though the consequence of it was the very thing he wanted. He
then instantly ran up to Caesar, "See, mamma," said William, "he wants to
bite Pompey!" and as he turned, he dexterously slipped the napkin into
his pocket, and pretended to run after Caesar, to punish him. The dog ran
towards the door Amelia had left open when she went into the garden, and
away went William in pursuit of her.

Lady Russel called William back, and asked him where he was going. "My
dear mamma," said he, "if you please, I will take a turn in the garden,
and I hope you will not refuse me that favour." As lady Russel did not
immediately answer him, he lowered his voice and spoke in a more
suppliant manner. At last, having obtained her permission, away he ran
with so much haste, that his foot slipped, and down he fell; but,
luckily, neither he nor the peaches were hurt.

After searching round the garden for his sister, he at last found her
in the arbour, sitting in an attitude of sorrow. She was exceedingly
unhappy to think she had grieved the three best friends she had, her
worthy parents and her dear William. "My sweetest Amelia," said the
little fellow, falling on his knees at the same time, "let us be
friends. I would freely ask forgiveness for my fault, had I really
intended to displease you. If you will ask my pardon, I will ask yours
also. My pretty Amelia, let us be friends. Here are two nice peaches,
which I could not think of eating while you were not present to partake
of them."

"Ah, my dearest Billy," said Amelia, squeezing his hand while she spoke,
and weeping on his shoulder, "what a sweet good-tempered little fellow
you are! Certainly," continued she, sobbing while she spoke, "those that
are friends to us in our misfortunes are truly valuable. It was very
wrong in me to be so vexed, as I was this morning, about the loss of a
few apples. It was the insulting look that Miss Charlotte gave me that
was the cause of it; but I will think of her no more. Will you forgive
me?" added she, wiping off the tears she had let fall on William's
hand. "I confess that I sometimes love