“Yes, ma’am.”
“And Henry is sorry for having tried to plague you; ain’t you, Henry?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then give James your hand, my son. He is sorry for having struck you.”
The little boys took hold of each other’s hands, and looked into each other’s faces. But tears were in both their eyes, and on their cheeks.
“Now kiss each other with the kiss of forgiveness.”
The children put their arms round each other’s necks, and kissed each other with a warm kiss of love and forgiveness.
“Now bring me that little book lying on the table, James,” said the mother.
James brought the book, and the mother opened it, and read:—
“‘Whatever brawls disturb the street,