Mamma.
Yes; and to see them too. I think there is nothing so delightful as the company of Children who are gentle and good-humoured; and who are cheerful and ready to oblige, without being troublesome or noisy.
Lydia.
I wish I had some more stories about good girls and boys.
Mamma.
Should you like to have a story written about you, Lydia? Do you think it would be a pretty one?
Lydia.
I am afraid I am not good enough, Mamma.
Mamma.
Indeed I doubt there would be some things in the story not quite so pretty. I suspect we should sometimes hear something about whining for a cup of tea; asking ten times for the same thing; or, what is still worse, being cross and impatient with poor little Edwin, if he meddle with any of your things.