Mr. Steady. Her concern was for the pain which she felt in her fingers; not for the fault which had occasioned it.
Little Steady. She was very naughty, I know; for she said that she would get a pair of thick gloves, and then she would tease Pompey.
Mr. Steady. Naughty girl! how ill-disposed! then my lecture was lost upon her. I bade her while she felt the smart, resolve to profit by Pompey’s lesson; and learn to believe that her friends might have good reasons for their orders; though they did not think it proper always to acquaint her with them.
Little Steady. I once cut myself with a knife which I had not leave to take; and when I see the scar, I always consider that I ought not to have taken the knife.
Mr. Steady. That, I think, is the school-house; now go in, and be good.
THE PICTURES.
Mrs. Lovechild had one room in her house fitted up with books, suited to little people of different ages.—She had likewise toys, but they were such as would improve, as well as amuse her little friends.
The book-room opened into a gallery, which was hung with prints and pictures, all chosen with a view to children. All designed to teach little folks while they were young; in order that when they grew up, they might act worthily.
There were written accounts of each picture, with which her ladyship would often indulge good children.