XVI.
"What makes me feel so?" thought Bessie as she sat in the big arm-chair in mother's best chamber, rubbing her eyes, and feeling very uncomfortable.
She had not sat there long, before she began to cry. Her mother, who had been wondering who could have been meddling with her pill-box, came in. "Have you been swallowing these pills?" she asked.
"Yes; but I didn't know they were pills," said Bessie.
"Well, you will be well punished for your fault," said her mother. "The pills will make you quite sick."
THE SEASONS. MARY. How I love the blooming Spring, When the birds so gayly sing! JOHN. More the Summer me delights, With its lovely days and nights. EMILY. Autumn is the best of all, With its fruits for great and small. RICHARD. Nay! old Winter is the time! Jolly then the sleigh-bells' chime! GRANDMOTHER. Every season will be bright, Children, if you'll live aright. |
| MARY. |
| How I love the blooming Spring, |
| When the birds so gayly sing! |
JOHN. |
| More the Summer me delights, |
| With its lovely days and nights. |
EMILY. |
| Autumn is the best of all, |
| With its fruits for great and small. |
RICHARD. |
| Nay! old Winter is the time! |
| Jolly then the sleigh-bells' chime! |
GRANDMOTHER. |
| Every season will be bright, |
| Children, if you'll live aright. |