are unhappy now because you have done
wrong this morning, and it makes me sad also. We did not begin the day
just as we should, but let us go on and finish it as well as we can, and
try to do better to-morrow."

"No-o; if I cannot do my history, I shall not do anything else," the
girl answered, defiantly.

"Very well," Violet said, coldly, "then there will be no lessons to-day,
nor reading of any kind."

"Oh! aren't you going to read to me from that nice book that papa
brought to me yesterday?" Bertha demanded, anxiously.

"No, I cannot read to any little girl who will not obey me."

"I never obey anybody but papa," was the pouting rejoinder.

"Your father wishes you to obey me, Bertha, and--if you do not I shall
be obliged to go away. I shall never ask you to do anything save what I
believe to be right, and if you cannot give me your obedience I shall
have to find some other little girl to teach."

A look of dismay passed over Bertha's face for a moment; but having
always won the victory in all previous battles with other governesses,
she imagined that she would win this, eventually.

"I don't care--I am not going to do any lessons today," she said,
shortly, and Violet felt severely tried--indeed, almost discouraged.

But she had made up her mind not to yield her point, and so kept quietly
on with her work.

Bertha brought out her dolls and began to play with them, and for a
couple of hours she managed to get on very well. At the end of that time
she grew tired of being so by herself, and begged Violet to read to her.

"Come here, Bertha, if you please," Violet said, without replying
directly to her question.

Bertha, wondering at the grave tone, went and stood before her teacher.

"Can you see my face, dear?" she asked.

"Yes," the child said, peering up at her curiously.

"Can you see my eyes?"

"Yes, I see them," Bertha replied, bringing her face very close to
Violet's.

"Tell me how they look."

"They look kind of--sorry, and your face is like papa's when he is
grieved and displeased with me."

"I am sorry and grieved; more grieved than I can tell you, to have had
this trouble with my little friend," Violet said, sadly. "You know,
dear, that you are not doing right, and that I should be doing you wrong
and injury to let you have your own way. You would not respect me or
believe me truthful if I should give up to you. I have told you just how
the lessons must go on, and I shall make no chang