"Why don't you love him, dear?"
"Cause he acts so awfully."
"Did you ever see a little girl who gave way to her temper as he does?"
Ida hid her face and began to cry, not angry tears. "I won't do so any more," she said, softly.
"No, my darling. I am so glad you are trying to improve. You saw nurse carry off Joseph. He couldn't have the pleasure of eating supper with us."
"Didn't he have any supper, mamma?"
"Yes, I saw his father carry him a bowl of bread and milk. He was pounding against the door when his father opened it. I don't suppose Joseph imagines how ugly he looks when he is in a passion; and I'm afraid he don't think how such conduct displeases God."
Ida sighed, and hid her face on her mother's shoulder.
"Will God punish him, mamma?"
"Yes, God certainly will unless he repents, and tries to conquer his passion, as you are trying to do."