ked Charles.

"Because, sir, you will not like to work where I am going," answered
Giles. Charles asked where that was. "In the garden of the great
house, Master Charles, where you used to live," said Giles.

Charles looked very sorrowful, and remained silent for some minutes;
at last he said: "Well, Giles, I will go with you; my clothes are
grown shabby now, and nobody will know me, and if they did I hope I am
too wise to be ashamed of doing my duty, so let us go directly."

Then Giles took Charles into the garden, and the gardener gave them
each a hoe and a rake, and told them to hoe up the weeds on the flower
borders, and then rake them neatly over, and promised if they worked
well he would give them eight-pence per day.

Now this was much pleasanter than picking stones in the field, but
Charles was very sad, and could not refrain from shedding tears when
he thought of the time when he used to play in that very garden, and
he thought, too, of his dear mamma who was dead, and of his sister
Clara, whom he had not seen for so many months, but he worked as hard
as he could, and the gardener praised them both, and he gave them a
basket to put the weeds in, and showed them how to rake the borders
smooth.

Just as they had finished the job, and Charles was saying to Giles,
"How neat our work looks!" a little boy, dressed very fine, came into
the garden, and, as he passed them, said: "I am glad I am a
gentleman's son, and not obliged to work like these dirty boys."

When Charles thought the little boy was out of hearing, he said to
Giles: "That little boy is as wicked as I used to be, and I doubt not
but that God will punish him in the same way if he does not mend his
manners."

The little boy, who had overheard what Charles said, was very angry,
and made ugly faces, and ran into the newly-raked beds, and covered
them with footmarks. Then Charles said: "I am sorry for you, young
gentleman, for I see you are not good."

"How dare you say I am not good?" said this naughty child. "I am a
great deal better than you, for I am a gentleman, and you are only a
poor boy."

"Yes," said Charles, his eyes filling with tears as he spoke, "I am,
indeed, only a poor boy _now_, but I was once rich like you, and lived
in this very house, and wore fine clothes, and had plenty of toys and
money, and was just as proud and naughty as you are, but God, to
punish me, took away my parents and all those things that I had been
so proud of