Ida, too, loved to wait on grandma, to bring her glasses, and place a cricket for her feet. One day she greatly amused them all by gathering a bouquet of dandelions, which she insisted were "pretty flowers," and putting them in a tumbler by grandma's plate.
On this occasion Ida, for the first time during her visit, showed something of her old temper. She was very sensitive to ridicule, and when her cousins, and even their mother laughed at her bouquet, she threw herself on the floor, kicking and screaming with passion.
Without a word Mrs. Kent arose, took Ida firmly by the hand, and led her to her own chamber. Before they reached it, the child began to be ashamed.
"I'm sorry, mamma," she said, humbly; "I didn't remember how naughty it was."
"My dear little daughter, do you know whom you have displeased?"
"Yes, mamma, my good Jesus."
"What ought you to do, then?"
Ida instantly kneeled down and asked God to please forgive her, and help her not to forgot any more.
It was scarcely ten minutes from the time they left the room till they returned, the child talking gayly about some dandelion curls her mother had promised to show her how to make.
"I don't see how you can govern your temper so," began Mrs. Mason, when the children had gone out to play.