o try
and fix on its head.

"I shall be so much obliged to you, though I do not deserve it," said
Fanny.

"I am glad that you do not feel angry with your little brother, naughty
as he has been. It is a blessed thing to forgive an injury, and we are
following our Lord and Master's precept in doing so."

"I am sure that I should be doing what is very wrong, if I did not
forgive him," answered Fanny, "because I pray to be forgiven as I
forgive others, and as he has hurt himself so much, I hope no one else
will be angry with him."

"I trust that the way he has hurt himself will be a lesson to him," said
Mrs Norton, as having wrapped up the doll in her shawl, she accompanied
her pupil back to the schoolroom. She allowed Norman to remain sitting
in the chair by himself, but before she left the house, she begged Susan
to go and attend to him.

As soon as Fanny saw her granny and mamma returning from their drive,
she ran down to meet them.

"Norman has cut his finger," she said, "but Mrs Norton does not think
it is very bad, and I want you not to ask me how he did it; pray do
this, I shall be so much happier, if you will."

They said "yes."

"Thank you, dear granny; thank you, mamma," exclaimed Fanny, kissing
them both.

I think Fanny Vallery had pleasanter dreams than her brother Norman that
night.

CHAPTER FOUR.

HARD TO ENDURE.

Mrs Vallery went upstairs to see Norman. She found him still seated in
the chair looking very sulky.

"Mrs Norton and Susan and everybody have been scolding at me," he
muttered; "I wish you would send them all away. And Fanny is as bad as
any of them, and nobody cares for me, and Fanny has slapped my face, and
I will slap hers another time, though she is a girl," and Norman began
to cry.

"My dear child, we all care very much for you," said his mamma, not
knowing of course how he had cut his finger, and as she had promised
Fanny not to do so, she did not ask him. "I am very sorry that Fanny
should have slapped your face, but I am afraid you must have done
something to provoke her, I must ask her why she did it. I cannot help
thinking that you must have been naughty, or Mrs Norton and Susan would
not have scolded you. Come down with me into the garden, we will have a
game of battledore and shuttlecock on the lawn, the fresh air will do
you good."

"I cannot play, my hand hurts me so much," answered Norman.

Mrs Vallery, seeing from the small size of the finger-stall