please myself and be happy.'

'You did as you pleased yesterday, Master Charles,' said nurse; 'yet I
do not think you were so very happy, unless happiness consists in lying
under a table and crying all day, and going without dinner and tea,
merely to indulge a sullen, froward temper.'

Now, Charles hated to be told of his faults, so he left nurse, and went
into the garden to try and amuse himself. When there, instead of keeping
in the walks, as he ought to have done, he ran on the beds, trampled
down the flowers, and pulled the blossoms from the fruit-trees.

The gardener's boy earnestly requested Charles not to do so much
mischief; but Charles told him he was a gentleman's son, and would do as
he pleased. So he again ran over the new-raked borders, and pulled up
the flowers; and the poor boy was sadly vexed to see his nice work all
spoiled.

Charles did not care for that, and would have behaved still worse, had
not the gardener, who then came up, taken him in his arms, and carried
him into the house, in spite of his kicking and screaming. He cried for
a long time, and made a sad noise; but, finding that no one paid any
regard to him, he became quiet, and went into the nursery, and asked
Clara to come and play with him.

'I cannot come just now, brother Charles,' said she; 'for I want to
finish this frock that I am making for Giles Bloomfield's little
sister.'

'I am sure,' said Charles, 'if I were you, I would much rather play than
sit still and sew.'

'Not if you knew what pleasure there is in doing good,' said Clara; 'but
if you will wait till I have finished it, you shall go with me and give
it to the poor woman, and then you will see how pleased she will be, and
how nicely the baby will look when she is dressed in this pretty frock,
instead of her old faded, ragged one.'

[Illustration: _Had not the gardener, who then came up, taken him in his
arms, and carried him into the house, in spite of his kicking and
screaming.--Page 142._]

Charles did not know how to amuse himself, so he sat down on his little
stool, and watched his sister while she worked.

When Clara had finished making the frock, she said: 'Thank you, dear
nurse, for cutting out and fixing the frock for me.' So she threw her
arms round nurse's neck, and kissed her cheek; and nurse put on Clara's
tippet and her new bonnet, and walked with Charles and her to Dame
Bloomfield's cottage.

The good woman took the baby out of the cradle, and lai