, and became one of its most vigilant and valued
inmates. He could fetch or carry either by land or water; would pick up a
thimble or a ball of cotton, if little Annie should happen to drop them;
or take Harry's dinner to school for him with perfect honesty.

8. "Beg, Frisk, beg!" said Harry, and gave him, after long waiting, the
expected morsel. Frisk was satisfied, but Harry was not. The little boy,
though a good-humored fellow in the main, had turns of naughtiness, which
were apt to last him all day, and this promised to prove one of his worst.
It was a holiday, and in the afternoon his cousins, Jane and William, were
to come and see him and Annie; and the pears were to be gathered, and the
children were to have a treat.

9. Harry, in his impatience, thought the morning would never be over. He
played such pranks--buffeting Frisk, cutting the curls off of Annie's
doll, and finally breaking his grandmother's spectacles--that before his
visitors arrived, indeed, almost immediately after dinner, he contrived to
be sent to bed in disgrace.

10. Poor Harry! there he lay, rolling and kicking, while Jane, and
William, and Annie were busy about the fine, mellow Windsor pears. William
was up in the tree, gathering and shaking; Annie and Jane catching them in
their aprons, and picking them up from the ground; now piling them in
baskets, and now eating the nicest and ripest; while Frisk was barking
gayly among them, as if he were catching Windsor pears, too!

11. Poor Harry! He could hear all this glee and merriment through the open
window as he lay in bed. The storm of passion having subsided, there he
lay weeping and disconsolate, a grievous sob bursting forth every now and
then, as he heard the loud peals of childish laughter, and as he thought
how he should have laughed, and how happy he should have been, had he not
forfeited all this pleasure by his own bad conduct.

12. He wondered if Annie would not be so good-natured as to bring him a
pear. All on a sudden, he heard a little foot on the stair, pitapat, and
he thought she was coming. Pitapat came the foot, nearer and nearer, and
at last a small head peeped, half afraid, through the half-open door.

13. But it was not Annie's head; it was Frisk's--poor Frisk, whom Harry
had been teasing and tormenting all the morning, and who came into the
room wagging his tail, with a great pear in his mouth; and, jumping upon
the bed, He laid it in the little boy's hand.

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