Frankie looked at her, too, and his mamma thought he seemed sorry that he had called her naughty. She called him to her, and whispered, "Is any body speaking to you now, my darling?"
"Yes, mamma. It says, 'Tell Sally you're sorry.'"
"Are you going to mind the good Spirit?"
"Yes, mamma. I'm sorry, nurse, I called you naughty."
Nurse looked very much pleased. "I am sorry myself, dear," she said, "that my dress hit your blocks; and, if mamma is willing, I'll build you a high house."
"Yes, indeed," said mamma.
So Sally sat down on the carpet, and Frankie passed her the blocks; and she built a meeting house, with a high steeple. Mamma thought it was splendid, and the little boy danced about, and put his arms round Sally's neck, and kissed her ever so many times. "I'm so happy, mamma," he said, when she had gone.
"Children are always happy, my dear," she said, "when they have tried to be good."
"Satan can't stay here now; can he, mamma?"
"No, he has gone to trouble some other little boy with naughty thoughts."