152 BEYOND THE BLUE MOUNTAINS. so disgracefully, but as no one in Mrs. Discipline’s house cared in the least what he thought, he saw nothing for it but to turn to and make some porridge as best he could. He found the jar where the meal was kept, and poured some into the pot of boiling water. He then tried to stir it round, as he had so often seen his mother and his sisters do, but the water bubbled up and burnt his hands, and the meal was full of lumps and would not swell out smoothly and nicely—some of it stuck to the bottom of the pot too, and became burnt. Altogether, the badly-cooked porridge was anything but nice to eat, but real. positive hunger is an excellent sauce, and Buttercup ate the nasty supper without a word of complaint. When he had done, Mrs. Discipline came in. “Oh, what a disgraceful smell of burning!” she exclaimed. “You have burnt that porridge. You can’t go to bed until you have cleaned out the pot. You must get sand to clean it. Go and find some immediately.” ‘“¢T don’t know where to look for it,” said Buttercup. “T cannot help you; I can only say that I know for certain there is none in the house.” “ Well, then, I can’t clean that horrid pot to-night!” said Butter- cup. ‘‘I’d get lost out in the snow looking for sand, and even if I weren’t lost, I’m very apt to take cold; so of course I can’t clean the pot until the morning.” “You have to clean it before you go to bed,” said Mrs. Discipline. “ Tt is not of the least consequence to me whether you get lost in the snow or whether you catch cold, but I am not going to have my handsome pot injured, so you'll just have the goodness to find some sand and take that burnt patch off it.” Poor little Buttercup felt perfectly wretched. “T do think you are cruel!” he said. “I am sure the King of the Country beyond the Blue Mountains doesn’t wish me to stay long with you. Ill just run away, for I can’t bear you—I can’t!” “You can run away if you like,’ said Mrs. Discipline in her calmest voice. ‘I promise you one thing, that I shall take no steps Tipe