"That's rather vexing, though," said Frank, shaking his curly head. "I think I should not like to change with you; but that's not bragging, is it."
"Why, no; what made, you think of that?" asked George, astonished.
"Because grandma has often told me, that to boast is rude, unkind, and wicked," replied Frank.
"Ha, ha! how very odd!" cried George; "whatever could she mean?"
"I know," said Frank.
"Then, tell me; do."
"No, no; for you will only laugh, and then I shall feel vexed; so, say no more about it," returned Frank.
"But I will not laugh, upon my word," said George, who felt his curiosity excited.
"Well, then," said Frank, looking a little shy; "she says, that it is rude, because it seems as if I thought myself above my schoolfellows; and it is unkind, because, by doing so, I pain their feelings; and it is wicked, because God expects us to be humbly thankful for all the good things He gives us; and not to bride ourselves upon them, in the least."
"I can't see any good in it," said George. "I know, that I am very proud to show my presents, when I get any; and I see no harm in it, I'm sure."