k, and you do not deserve even that."

Then Charles made one of his very worst faces, and threw the bread on
the ground, and spilt the milk.

Nurse told him that there were many poor children in the world who
would be glad of the smallest morsel of what he so much despised, and
that the time would come when he might want the very worst bit of it;
and she bade him kneel down and say his prayers, and ask God to
forgive him for having been such a wicked boy all day.

But Charles did not mind what she said, and went crying to bed. Thus
ended the first day of Charles Grant's happiness.

He awoke very early the next morning, and told nurse to get him his
breakfast, for he was very hungry. But nurse said he must wait till
eight o'clock, which was the breakfast hour.

He now found it was of no use sulking, as no one seemed to care for
his tempers; so he looked about for something to eat, but found
nothing but the piece of bread he had thrown on the ground the night
before; and he was glad to eat that, and only wished there had been
more of it.

As soon as breakfast was over, Clara brought her books, and began to
learn her lessons, and nurse asked Charles if he would do the same.
But Charles said, "No, indeed! I do not mean to learn any lessons
while mother is away, for I mean to 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 be