The moment Thomas crept in his mother shut and locked the door.
"There! now I've got you!" she cried, "and there you shall stay on bread and water, the whole day!"
Thomas kicked against the door, and cried, and begged to come out, but in vain.
His mother was as severe on one day as she was fond on another. She kept him shut up till nearly night, when she took him out all covered with cobwebs, gave him a good shaking, and told him to ask Susy's pardon for telling a story about her.
That night when Susy was going to bed, she said to her mamma:
"Thomas and his mother fighted together to-day, and she couldn't whip him he ran away so."
"How came you to know that, Susy?"
"The door was open, and I was going by, and I heard a noise, and so I stopped."
"That was not right, my darling. You must teach your little eyes not to look at things they ought not to see. Didn't you feel, all the time, that it was not quite proper for you to stop and watch in that way? Always make it a rule never to look at any thing, no matter what, if you have even a little bit of a feeling that you ought not. Your eyes are your own, and you must teach them."
"I will, mamma," said Susy. "And I am glad I've got you for a mamma. I'm glad Thomas's mamma isn't mine. She didn't pray to God to make him good; she fighted with him."