Ah! how frowning and unlovely
Was our Gracie then.
Until evening brought the white dove
To its nest again.
Children, this was Gracie’s raven,
This her gentle dove,—
In heart a naughty temper
Drove away the love.”
AMONG the passengers on board a river-steamer recently was a woman, accompanied by a bright-looking nurse-girl, and a self-willed boy, about three years old.
The boy aroused the indignation of the passengers by his continued shrieks and kicks and screams, and his viciousness toward the patient nurse. He tore her bonnet, scratched her hands, without a word of remonstrance from the mother.
Whenever the nurse showed any firmness, the mother would chide her sharply, and say,—“Let him have it, Mary. Let him alone.”
Finally the mother composed herself for a nap; and about the time the boy had slapped the nurse for the fiftieth time, a bee came sailing in and flew on the window of the nurse’s seat. The boy at once tried to catch it.
The nurse caught his hand, and said, coaxingly:
“Harry mustn’t touch. It will bite Harry.”
Harry screamed savagely, and began to kick and pound the nurse.