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 home with two boys to show them his and with angry looks on both their faces,
 ship. There it stood, full of paper dolls they went down to supper, each deter-
 I admire your taste in putting those mined never to speak to the other again.
 things all over it," said one of the boys. One day the mother said to her little
 Jack was thoroughly angry. That daughter Mollie, My love, it grieves me
 thing shall never be done again," said to see the ill-will which you continue to
 he; "I said I'd spoil them, and I will." bear towards your brother, because he
 "Whose are they, Jack? injured your dolls the other day. Come
 "My little sister Mollie's the wretch." and sit down by me, and I will tell you
 "Oh, don't spoil them," pleaded Will a story about two little friends of mine.
Payson. "At the time of which I am speaking,
 I said I would, and I'11 keep my Sydney was a fine boy of five years old,
promise." and his little brother Harold was just
 So Mrs. Tom Thumb's sea-sickness two. They dearly loved each other, and
was forever cured by having her head enjoyed a game of play amazingly; but
pulled off. Mr. Tom Thumb was torn Sydney was apt to forget his superior
to pieces and thrown out of the window, strength, and sometimes took away the
Red Riding Hood was devoured by a toys in a rough, unkind manner from the
dog instead of a wolf, and the others little one. One afternoon he had done
were left one dreadful heap of torn paper this so often that the nurse was obliged
on Mollie's side of the room. to complain to his mamma, who, to show
 Just as Mollie was taking her friends her displeasure, forbade him to go out in
into the supper-room she stopped. the garden to play. This was a sad pun-
 "What is the matter," asked Fanny. ishment to master Sydney, and he cried
 0, those paper dolls; I had forgot- and made a great noise. Harold looked
ten all about them!" and she hurried up- on with a face of grave concern, and
stairs. presently, running and throwing his arms
 All torn up, every one of them She around his brother's neck, kissed him
thought she never could be happy again, again and again, and pulled him to his
And with eyes full of tears, she stood mamma, lisping out, 'Siddy good now,
looking at the terrible heap of paper, mamma; Siddy go in the garden and
when she heard her brother's step be- play ?'
hind her. The affectionate solicitude of the little
 "Jack, I-hate-you !" she said, slowly darling, to whom he had been so unkind,
and firmly. made a great impression upon Sydney.
 "I told you, Mollie, if you did it again Mamma,' said he, after a few minutes'
I would spoil them. I always do what I reflection, 'Harold does what this morn-
say." ing's text told us to do; I forget the
 "Jack, I-hate-you!" repeated Mollie, words now, but you said it meant to do
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