A few days after mamma talked with Frankie, he was building a high house on the floor with his blocks, when Sally passed along and hit them, and over they went. The little boy looked very angry. "You naughty girl," he said.
Mamma laid down her work, and gazed at him, and her eyes looked very sorry. As soon as Sally went out of the room, she said, "What is Satan whispering to you now, my dear?"
Frankie started up and looked behind him: "I don't see him any where," he said.
"But didn't you hear his voice?" asked mamma.
"Yes, I did: he said, 'Throw a block at nurse; she is so naughty to knock your house over.'"
"Shall I blow Satan away?" said mamma.
"Yes, please."
She blew very hard; then opened the door, and blew again, as if she meant to send him off. "Now he's gone, I think," she said, looking in Frankie's bright face.
"The next time he comes I'll whip him, mamma," cried the little fellow, standing very straight, "'cause he tells me naughty things."
In a few minutes Sally came in again, and glanced at the little boy to see whether he felt happier than he did before.