"Why are you walking slipshod? no one must walk slipshod with me. Why, Rosamond," said he, looking at her shoes with disgust, "I thought that you were always neat; no, I cannot take you with me."
Rosamond colored and retired.
"Oh, mamma," said she as she took off her hat, "how I wish that I had chosen the shoes! They would have been of so much more use to me than that jar: however, I am sure, no, not quite sure, but I hope I shall be wiser another time."
THE THREE CAKES
By ARMAND BERQUIN
"There was a little boy named Henry," said Mr Glassington "about your age. His parents had but lately fixed him at a boarding-school.
"He was a special boy, forever at his book, and happened once to get the highest place at exercises. His mother was told it. She could nohow keep from dreaming of the pleasure; and when morning came, she got up early, went to speak with the cook and said as follows:
"'Cook, you are to make a cake for Henry, who yesterday was very good at school.'