The little boys promised him they never would—and they never did. They grew up honest and good.
Some other day, I will tell you more about them.
THE LITTLE BOY THAT WAS AFRAID OF THE WATER.
Once on a time, there were two little boys. William was five years old, and Johnny was not quite three. The weather was very warm, and these little boys got very weak, and looked so pale and sick, that the doctor said their parents had better take them to Newport, and let them bathe in the surf. So their Mother packed up their clothes, and some books, for she did not wish them to be idle; and, one pleasant afternoon, they all went on board of the steamboat that was going to Newport.
The little boys were very much amused at all they saw. There were a good many other boys in the boat, and William and Johnny looked very hard at them, and wished they knew what their names were, and whether they had a Noah's Ark and Velocipede like theirs.
"Oh! dear mamma, come and kiss me 'fore I die."