“But he was trying to plague me; and he is always trying to plague me.”
“That was wrong, James. But, you know that I have often said to you—two wrongs never make a right. Do you feel any happier now, because you struck your brother?”
James was silent.
“Tell me, my son, do you think you are happier for what you have done?”
The little boy said, “No.”
“But you feel very unhappy?”
“Yes, mother.”
“That is a sign that you have done wrong. When we do right it makes us happy. Are you not always sorry after you have done wrong?”
“Yes, mother.”
“You are sorry that you struck Henry?”