"Mayn't I tell him he is a naughty boy?" asked Susy. "Mayn't I tell him he has telled a lie?"
"Would Jesus love you when you were doing so, my dear Susy? No, be careful not to say one word that you would not like Jesus to hear. And pray for that poor boy that God would pity him for being so naughty, and forgive him, and help him to grow good."
CHAPTER IV.
Early the next morning Thomas's mamma began to pack her trunks in order to go away, for she felt quite vexed with Susy, and with her mamma. While she was busy in this way, Thomas was quite as busy in eating some dainties that she had placed on the floor while she made room for them in the trunk. Thomas knew they were to be carried to his aunt, who was sick.
By and by his mother turned round, and seeing him eating, she said to him:
"Thomas! what are you about? I hope you have not touched any of those things I got for your aunt? Let me see, one, two, three; there ought to be four boxes of jelly. Come here and let me look at your hands. Come this minute, you naughty boy, you."
"I didn't eat a bit," said Thomas, "I only just made a little hole in one side, and ate what came out on a pin."
"Where is the box?"
"I don't know. There were only three boxes."