"Get up, horse; go faster, grandpa!"
Geenie in his voyage of discovery has resurrected many old and once familiar objects, and among them Mr. Regy's dress.
"What's this? Who wears this?" he shouts, holding up the wig and beard to view.
Being obliged to confess that he has sometimes worn these singular articles, the boy demands that they be at once used by his horse; and the owner, never dreaming that it was possible to refuse, donned them, and with a pair of worsted reins round his body proceeded to jingle the bells, running and cantering, to the perfect delight of the young driver.
Well for all concerned it was that Mrs. Cheriton had learned from sad experience that if she wished her son to love and respect her she must enforce obedience to her own commands and to the commands of God. Mr. Lambert, though he often pleaded that the child's wishes, however unreasonable, might be gratified, and was once or twice detected in comforting him with confectionery under his disappointments, yet acknowledged that his daughter's discipline was necessary and must be maintained.
A most ludicrous scene had once taken place between Eugene and his grandfather, which those who saw it never forgot.
The boy had disobeyed, and his mother placed him in a room by himself to reflect upon his fault, for which he was to be punished. He was sitting soberly in the chair where she had placed him, when, hearing a sound from the adjoining room, he went in and found his grandfather weeping.
"What are you crying for, grandpa?" he asked, quickly.
"I don't want your mother to whip you, but she must; yes, it's right for her to do it."
"Don't cry, grandpa; I don't mind. She doesn't hurt me any; she only tickles me a little. 'T isn't nice for a big man like you to cry."