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Susy in charge of the baby.
AUTHOR OF "LITTLE SUSY'S BIRTHDAYS," STEPPING
WARD, LOCK, AND CO.,
DORSET BUILDINGS, SALISBURY SQUARE, E.C.
BY THE SAME AUTHOR.
Uniform with this Volume.
LITTLE IUSY'S SIX BIRTHDAYS,
LITTLE RUSY'S TEACHERS.
LONDON: WAJD, LOCK, & Co., WARWICK HOUSa,
DoRSET BUILDINGS, SA.LINUlY SQUARE, E.C.
IT may not be out of place to preface this
edition of Susy's Servants by a few ex-
planatory sentences. Susy's little servants
are her hands, and feet, and senses, and
the author has very prettily evolved an
interesting tale from this idea. Those who
have read Susy's Birthdays and Susy's
Teachers will not fail to be pleased with
the following pages, which, while full of
amusement for little folks, will appeal to
all fathers and mothers by the truly Chris-
tian and loving sympathy for children
which pervade them.
To the little folks who may read this
book we say, try to imitate Susy in all her
good ways, and take warning by the advice
given to her when she was inclined to be
naughty sometimes, and try to make good
use of the little servants which God has
given to you as well as to Little Susy.
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As Little Susy had a kind mamma to take
care of her, you will, perhaps, wonder why
God gave her also a great many servants
of her own. He gave her so many that
you might spend your whole life in reading
about them. But I shall tell you of only
a very few, and then you can ask your
mamma to talk to you about the others.
For the little servants Susy had, you have,
At first she did not know what they were
for, or where they were. They did not
know, either, and so they were useless.
Two of them were black, and so much alike
that you could not tell one from the other.
Susy kept them shut up most of the time,
so that nobody could see them. When her
aunts and cousins came to see Susy they
would say, "I should think she might let
us see them! and would go away quite
disappointed. These black servants were
bright little things, and they soon learned
to amuse Susy a great deal. One of the
first things they did for her was to let her
see the fire; and that she thought very
Susy had another pair of twins for her
servants, who knew so little what they were
for, that they used to slap and scratch her
face. Her mamma said'she should have to
tie them up if they did so. Indeed, many
a little baby has had them all covered up
with white rags, to keep them from doing
mischief before they were old enough to
know better. But though they did not
know how to behave, they were very pretty,
tiny little things, and when Susy's papa
knelt down and took one of them on his
hand, -and kissed it, and wondered at it,
and said what a funny wee morsel it was,
why, it looked, to be sure, like a pretty
rose-leaf, or any thing else soft, and pink,
you can think of.
Susy had another pair of twins, that she
took no notice of for some months. They
did not learn how to wait upon her so soon
as some of the others did. They were
restless little fat things, seldom still a
moment, and about all they knew was how
to kick holes in blue and white socks.
Susy had still another pair of twins, not
very pretty, but very
useful, for without
them she never could
have heard her mam-
ma sing or her papa -:
whistle; or the shovel
and tongs fall down
and make such a '
charming noise; nor '
the pussy-cat say 'mew!' nor the doggy
say 'bow wow!'
8 LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS.
She had one more little servant that she
kept out of sight all the time. All it was
good for at first, was to help her get a
great many breakfasts, and dinners, and
suppers every day. But it became good
for a great deal more, after a while.
But if I go on in this way, I am afraid
you will get puzzled, you are such a little
creature. So if you will guess the names
of these servants of Susy, I will give you
three guesses. And if you do not guess
right the third time, you will have to peep
into the glass, when you will see most of
your own; I mean those I have been talk-
WELL! did you look at yourself in the
glass? If you did, you saw in the middle
of your face your black, or blue, or grey
servants,-your two eyes. No matter what
colour they are; one kind is as good as
As soon as Susy found out what hers
could do, she kept them very busy indeed.
If she wanted to see her mamma, her eyes
would not wait for her to bid them let her
look at her; for they knew her thoughts
as well as she knew them herself. They
amused her while she lay on her mamma's
lap, by showing her the bright sunshine
that came in at the windows, and the
white curtains. When she was turned
over, her face downwards, to have her frock
tied, they showed her the carpet, so as to
keep her from crying. When they were
tired, Susy had a soft coverlid with a
beautiful fringe, that she could draw over
them, and then they could rest all night.
God made this coverlid on purpose. The
finest cambric handkerchief is coarser; God
only can m ke a cover soft enough fortheeye.
After Susy was washed and dressed in
the morning, and had had her breakfast,
her mamma would lay her down upon the
bed, and spread a small blanket over her.
Then the busy, bright eyes would look up
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to the wall, and look at a small spot of
sunshine there, till at last they grew tired,
and the soft coverlid would begin to come
drooping, drooping down, and Susy would
be fast asleep. Or in the midst of the dark
night, if she woke up and did not know
what else to do, she could look at the night
lamp that sat on the floor in the corner,
and wonder what it was, and how far off.
Everything in the world was new to
Susy, and as she grew older and her eyes
grew stronger, they kept showing her all
sorts of pretty things, and made the time
pass away very quickly indeed. How
pleased Susy was the first time they
showed her the sweet smile of love with
which her mamma looked at her! She
would have jumped for joy if she had been
But while her two eyes were so busy in
doing all they could to amuse her, her two
ears were not idle, and one day when she
was yet a very little baby, she heard a
pleasant sound of bells ringing for church,
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that was as sweet as music. She looked
surprised, and listened, and listened, and
threw up her arms and smiled. After that,
if she cried when she was washed, some
body would rattle the tongs and shovel,
or make some such queer noise, and she
would stop crying to hear it. So then I
suppose her ears were very glad, and now
they could help her pass her time much
more pleasantly than before; for they could
help her hear her mamma sing, and what
sort of a sound keys make when they
jingle together, and all that. Susy was
astonished at everything she heard, for
she never had been where there were such
wonderful noises before. And when Sarah
put coals on the fire, Susy would start, and
perhaps think it was an earthquake unless
her mamma smiled, as much as to say,
"Don't be frightened, darling! "
So what with her eyes, and her ears,
and her soft red tongue to get dinner with,
Susy was a very happy baby, growing
fatter and stronger and wiser every day.
BUT one morning, when she was ten weeks
old, Susy began to play with a plaything.
* What do you think it was? Why, her
own little hand! She felt of it, lifted
it up and looked at it, tasted it, and
admired it very much. A grave judge,
sitting on his bench, and looking as wise
as Solomon, could hardly look graver or
wiser than Susy did when she first found
out she had two little hands. How she
turned them over, and tangled up the
tiny fingers, and twisted and doubled them !
Now she thought she had found out what
those little things were for, that had been
doing nothing but slap and scratch and
grow fat. And she never would have to
cry for them, or to get up to look for
them, for there they were, always close
by, and so nice and soft! So Susy played
with her hands, and cooed to them, and
told them stories in Greek, or Latin, or
Dutch, nobody knows, and was quite
cheery and happy.
Her mamma was very much pleased to
see Susy playing with her hands, and after
a time she offered her a little piece of
paper. Susy looked at it and wanted to
take it. But her hands did not know how;
all they were good for was to play with
each other. But they wanted to learn to
hold things for Susy, and tried very hard,
every day, until at last they did learn to
hold her rattle for her, and then an orange,
and then a bunch of keys. Nice little
servants! Don't you think so? And by
this time Susy made a great discovery.
She found out that she had two feet of her
own, and thought it would be a good plan
to get one of them into her mouth. She
worked very hard, before she succeeded,
and was such a busy little baby that she
could hardly spare time to eat her break-
fast. I suppose she thought all those fat
little feet were made for was just for her
to play with; just as she had thought
about her hands.
Perhaps you would like to see a letter
that Susy wrote to her little cousin about
these times. I rather think she must have
got her mamma, or somebody, to write it
" MY DEAR COUSIN :
Since I last wrote you, I have grown a
good deal, for I am now six months old.
I cannot sit alone yet, for when I try, I
fall over sideways. But with a pillow
behind me, I can sit up very well, and play
with my toys. I have an old basket half
full of playthings, aubut which I will tell
you. First, I have an ivory ring, with a
blue string in it; but I don't think much
of that. Then, I have a large glass stopper
that came out of a vinegar cruet. Thirdly,
I have two spools tied together, and fas-
tened to them, somehow, is a whole piece
of tape that I snatched out of my mamma's
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basket, and sucked till she said it was good
for nothing, and I might as well keep it.
Fourthly, I have a cork that used to be in
a bottle of something sweet, for it tastes
very good: I am fond of this cork, and
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lie on the floor and play with it, just as a
cat plays with a mouse. I have also a
shilling with a hole in it, that my grand-
mamma gave me; but I always cry when I
play with it, for it is so hard it hurts my
mouth. I have a great many rags that
my mamma has given me. When she cuts
out my little frocks, she gives me the
pieces .that are left, and some are white,
some pink and some blue. You see I am
going to wear short frocks pretty soon.
But my best playthings are two red sticks
that were a part of an old fan your
mamma left here. The other day I was
lying on the floor, and I thought I would
see how far I could get one of them down
my throat. When I had pushed it a good
way, I began to cry. My mamma caught
me up and pulled it out, but my throat
bled and was sore,-so I won't push it in so
far next time.
Sometimes I go and pay a visit to our
old cat and her three kittens. I talk to
them as loud as I can, but they do not seem
to understand what I say. And they don't
like it when I try to put them in my
"I am sorry to say that as I increase in
wisdom I grow in naughtiness. I always
cry all the time mamma is washing and
dressing me, and am very angry with her,
for I don't like to be washed. And the
moment I see her take out my basket at
night, so as to undress me and put me to
bed, I scream with all my might, and never
stop till I feel something soft in my mouth.
Last night as I lay on the floor playing
with my beloved cork, mamma came be-
hind me and unfastened all my clothes, so
that time I did not cry. I have two feet
that I find very handy to kick with when I
am angry, and two hands that pick up my
toys when I want to play, and two eyes
that show me pictures and other pretty
things, and that never get any rest except
when I am asleep. And if you ever answer
this letter, I have two ears with which to
hear it read.
"I am a very good baby when I wake in the
morning. I lie in bed a good while, play-
ing with my feet, or anything else I can
get hold of. Sometimes I untie mamma's
cap strings and sometimes I scratch and
pull her cheeks and chin. Very often I
almost pull papa's nose off his face, for I
don't know what he wants it for when he
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is fast asleep. Doesn't this remind you of
old times, three or four years ago, when
you were a baby ? If you ever come here
I shall not know what to do to amuse you,
for I cannot talk. I should scratch your
face and pull your hair, and put my
fingers in your eyes; I don't know any
better, I am such a little baby. I am
very tired now, and must bid you good bye ;
but one of these days I will write you
".Your little cousin,
NOT long after Susy sent her letter, her
mamma bought some tiny little shoes and
stockings for her.* Susy was very much
pleased indeed, and at first she would keep
untying her shoes and taking them off.
But one day when she awoke from her
nap, she took hold of the two sides of her
cradle, and stood up straight in it. She
was so glad! She kept taking hold of the
chairs, and her mamma's dress, or the legs
of the table, so as to pull herself up on to
her feet, and pretty soon she would stand
at a chair with her toys, and play by the
hour, and if the chair moved a little, from
her leaning against it, her feet would
move too, first one, then the other, learn-
ing how to walk. How delighted every
body was, when one day Susy gl. up in
the middle of the floor, and ran spross the
room! It would be hard to tell which
laughed most-Susy, or her papa or her
Now Susy had learned how to use all
her little servants, except her tongue. And
you must know that her mamma had been
giving her lessons on that subject every
day. That is, she kept coaxing and beg-
ging her to say, papa;" and I don't know
how many hundred times a day she cried
out to Susy, Say papa." But Susy did
not say papa, and all the private lessons
were in vain. But one evening, when she
had the toothache and could not sleep, she
stretched forth her hand and said book,"
to her mamma's great delight, who thought
there was no doubt her baby was going to
be very fond of books indeed. Now Susy
had found out that her tongue was very
useful, for her mamma gave her the book
she had asked for; so she soon learned to
say a great many other words.
Did you ever think before, how long it
takes a baby to learn how to use the little
eyes and hands and feet God has been so
good as to give it ? If you watch your
baby brother or sister, you will see how
awkward it is at first about using its
hands; and do not you remember how
eager you were to hear it speak its first
word, and to see it trot about on its own
little feet ?
But all this time I have only spoken of
Susy's hands and feet, and ears, and eyes,
and tongue, as being useful to herself, and
have not said a word about their doing
things for other people. Now it is not
likely that God meant any little child
should live in this world, where there is so
much to do, and do nothing for its papa
and mamma, and nothing for Him who
has done so much for its happiness and
comfort. And He is so kind, and loves so
to please those who love Him, that long
before Susy was old enough to know it He
aught her small baby hands to begin some
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of the sweetest work He made them to do.
When, in the midst of a sleepless night in
which Susy's mamma watched over, and
sang to, and cared for her, she had such a
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reward,"such' precious payment for all her
fatigue and labour, that a queen might
have envied her. What do you think it
was ? Why, it was feeling Susy's little
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hand pat and caress her face in the dark
night, or lie folded lovingly in her own, or
clinging fast to her neck with all the
strength a baby can use. Then a thrill of
joy would rush through her mamma's
heart, and she would forget everything
the world has in it of trouble, and thank
God for giving her a baby to live and to
work for, and a baby to love and comfort
her in return.
So day after day passed, and one or
another of Susy's little servants was al-
ways busy in doing something for her
pleasure. Either her hands played with
pretty toys, or her eyes looked at beautiful
pictures and kind, loving faces of dear
friends, or her ears listened to sweet music
or amusing stories, or her feet carried her
up and down, here and there and every-
where. If she had had no eyes, she could
have used her hands, but she could not
have seen the toys they held. If she had
had no ears, she could never have heard
her mamma's voice, nor ever learned to
talk or to sing. If she had had no hands,
she could have walked about, and looked at
pretty things, but she could have touched
no toy, nor dear dolly. And if she had been
LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS. 27
without feet, she might have used her
eyes, and her ears, and her hands, and her
tongue, but when other children jumped
and ran and played, Susy must have sat
still in her little chair, and felt what a
long, long day that is when one cannot
I dare say you know some little boy
who cannot hear or talk, or some pale little
girl who cannot run and play. And if
God has been so very good to you as to
give you what He has not seen best to give
them, how you ought to thank Him And
how happy you should -be if you ever can
lend a book or give a flower, or do any
kind act for the deaf and dumb boy who
never heard his mamma call him dar-
ling !" no matter how many times she
may have said it. And if you can ever be
what the Bible calls feet to the lame;"
if you run to pick up that little pale girl's
ball if she drops it; if you can go upstairs
to get her doll when she wants it, would
not that be making your own little ser-
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vants useful and very happy ? And if you
ever happen to be where there is a blind
child, would you not like to lend it your
eyes now and then ? And as you cannot
do that, you would surely love to take it
by the hand and lead it about; and when
you are old enough to read, you would
read pretty stories to it ? There was once
a dear little boy not much more than two
years old, who became very ill. His head
ached so that he did not love to play or
run about. He liked to have his papa or
mamma carry him round the room, and
then, when his poor head did not ache too
hard, they would talk to him and tell him
stories. One day his papa said to his
mamma: "I do not believe our little Char-
lie will ever get well. I think that Jesus
will soon take him up to heaven. And I
mean to talk to him a great deal about
Jesus, so that the moment he gets to
heaven he will be happy to be near such
a dear, kind Friend." So Charlie's papa
often took his poor little boy in his arms,
"Charlie's papa often took his poor little boprin hii anus." Page 28
LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS. 31
and let him lay his head on his shoulder,
while he walked gently up and down talk-
ing about Christ. He told him all those
sweet stories from the Bible, how Jesus
pitied sick people, and how He cured them,
and how many lame men He made to walk,
and how many blind to see. So one day
after he had been talking so, he had to
give Charlie to his nurse while he went out
for a time, and Charlie lay with his head
on her shoulder, just as he had done on
his papa's, till all at once he lifted it up,
and said: Mary, did you know that Jesus
hadn't any eyes ?"
Oh yes, Jesus had eyes," said Mary.
He had some once, but He gave them
to a poor blind man," said Charlie.
You see Charlie was such a little boy
that he thought when his papa told him
that Jesus gave eyes to a blind man, that
He had to give him His own.
Little Charlie is in heaven now, and has
been there a great many years. And he
has long known more about the goodness
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of God than anybody who still lives in
this world. And if he could speak to you,
he would tell you that it is better to be
without eyes and hands and feet, than not
to love Him who was willing rather to die
than- that you should not know and love
I HAVE spoken of some of the good things
Susy's little servants could do, and I am
sorry to have to say
that she sometimes
let them do naughty
The first thing was
while she was still a -.
baby, when she
raised her hand to
slap her dear, kind '
mamma because she
was goingto wash her. I
The moment Susy's
hand had given the __--- --
slap, she saw that her mamma's face be-
came grave and displeased. Then Susy was
sorry, and she made haste to kiss the
place she had hurt, and the tears rolled
down her cheeks. But pretty soon, when
something else vexed her, she lifted her
little hand, and was going to strike with it.
Her mamma caught it in hers, and looked
at it gravely, and said: "Naughty little
hand!" Then Susy began to cry again, and
she cried so much that her mamma had to
lend her her handkerchief to wipe away
her tears. Almost every day the little
hand was naughty in this way, but at last
Susy's mamma cured it, by always tying a
red mitten on it whenever it slapped. It
did not like to wear a mitten at all, because
then it could not pick up its toys so well.
After Susy had learned not to strike, her
little hands began to grow meddlesome,
that is to touch and take things they
should not have touched. One day they
tore the newspaper all to pieces. Once
they cut off all her hair, as far as they
could reach it. One of them got into the
sugar-bowl and took three lumps of sugar.
And once, when they were in the country,
and there was a wash-stand in the room,
Susy tried to open the drawer, and pulled
the wash-stand over, broke the pitcher,
spilled the water, and frightened every-
body very much indeed.
All these things made a deal of trouble.
Susy's mamma had to keep all the time
teaching her that she must not do so. It
took her a great while to teach Susy that
there were some things she must not touch.
And when the busy little hands began to
learn what they were taught, then the
little feet began to get into trouble. One
day, before Susy was old enough to go up
and down stairs by herself, -- -
her mamma had visitors,
and Susy kept talking and
talking at such a rate that
at last nobody else could
be heard. So her mamma
took her into the hall and
seated her on the lowest stair, where Susy
was fond of sitting, and said to her, My
little Susy must sit here a while because
she does not mind mamma and stop talking."
Pretty soon she heard a little voice cry out,
"Mamma! aren't you afraid your little
girl will fall downstairs ?" and on running
to see what that meant, there was Susy
sitting on the top stair, smiling and look-
ing very happy to think she had played
such a trick. And not long after, the two
truant feet carried Susy out into the street,
among the carts and horses, and if God
had not taken care of her, she would cer-
tainly have been killed. And another time
Susy climbed up and was just going to
put one foot out of the window, when her
mamma caught her by her dress, and
pulled her back. I suppose you did just
such things when you were a baby, and
your mamma might amuse you by telling
you about it.
Susy was not so mischievous as some
children are, and when she was three
years old, and had learned what she might
do and what she must not, her mamma
could leave her all alone in the parlour,
with a few toys, and be quite sure that she
would touch nothing she had been forbid-
den to touch, nor climb up into dangerous
places, nor take any dangerous thing.
The scissors might lie on the table, and
the sharp knife open by her side; the good
little hands would not touch them. Nor
would the obedient little feet now take
Susy near the fire, where she could so easily
be burned. If Susy promised to do a
thing, she always did it, and so her
mamma often let her play by herself in
the parlour. When up in the nursery
Robbie had not yet learned not to take
away all her toys.
WHEN Susy first learned to walk, she was
so pleased to find that she could run about,
that she liked very much to run to get
things for her papa or her mamma. She
felt herself almost a young lady when she
found she could lift one of papa's boots
and carry it to him; and how pleased she
was when her mamma sent her to get her
work-basket! When Robbie was dressed
she liked to stand by, and she even
thought she could brush his hair.
But as she grew older, and stronger, and
wiser, and so better able to run for mamma,
or to wait upon her papa, Susy grew selfish.
If her mamma said, "Susy, bring me my
work," Susy would say, In a minute,
LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS. 39
mamma!" and go on playing. Or she
would ask, "Must I bring it now ?" or,
"Mayn't I wait till I have finished my
house ?" And if her papa said, Doesn't
my little Susy want to rub papa's head ?"
she would be likely to give it one or two
little rubs, and then run off to play again.
A great many ways were tried to cure
Susy of these faults. One of the best was
never to allow her to do a little favour
after she had objected to do it. When her
mamma asked her to run and get a book
for her, if Susy looked fretful, or went
slowly, or said, "Oh dear!" then her papa
would say, Stop, Susy, you cannot go.
Nobody shall wait on dear mamma who
looks and speaks so !" and then he would
go for the book himself, and 'Susy would
feel so ashamed. And as soon as Bobbie
was able to use his feet and hands, Susy
learned from his behaviour to try to obey
quickly and cheerfully; for no matter how
busy Bobbie was, he always smiled when
papa called him to get things for him, and
if Susy did not jump the very moment
she was spoken to, Robbie would get it
first, and then he would have a sweet kiss
and a loving smile, as his reward.
But you must not think Susy did not
try to grow good, or that she nerer was
-j good. Her papa and
mamma often had a
great deal of comfort
in seeing how hard
she tried to do kind,
loving things for them.
If she saw her papa
look tired, she would
Soften go to him and
say, "Dear papa!
when I am a big girl
I mean to work and
let you sit still!" and,
"May I rub your head?
May I get your slip-
pers ?" And when her
mamma saw her feeling and behaving so
sweetly, she did not forget to tell her, when
she went to bed, how much pleasure it had
My little hands have been good hands
to -day," Susy said one night; and I wish
mamma would kiss them when they've
been good." Her mamma smiled, and
kissed them, and then Susy folded them
together, and knelt down and prayed. And
after she had got into bed, she said: "My
hands will never be naughty any more.
Never strike Robbie, never take away his
toys, never touch anybody's things."
And then her mamma told her a story
about a little girl who stood by her brother's
coffin, and taking up the small, cold hand,
kissed it, and said: This little hand never
struck me!" Susy lay still, and thought
and thought a good while, after hearing
"Mamma !" said she, at last, "I will
try to be good. And then perhaps when I
am dead, you will 'member me, and you
can take hold of my little hand and say,
'This little hand wasn't always a good
42 LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS.
little hand, but it tried to be good, and
sometimes it patted and loved me.' "
Then Susy put up her hand, and caressed
her mamma's cheek, and kept saying,
"Dear mamma! kind mamma!" till she
"MAMMA !" said Susy, one day as they
were walking home from church, "there
is a little girl in my class at Sunday-school
who loves me dearly.
Her mamma smiled, and said, Then I
hope you 'hugged' her too."
"I was afraid to," said Susy.
"Then that little girl was disappointed,
I dare say. You should have let her see
that you were grateful to her for loving you."
"I turned my head away round-so,"
Instead of that you should have smiled,
and looked kindly at her, as much as to
say, I like to have you love me, and I love
Susy looked down, and smiled. I was
afraid to," she said again.
44 LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS.
They walked along together in silence for
some time. At last Susy quite forgot what
they had been talking about, and began to
think what a pleasant day it was, and how
sweet and fresh the air felt, and how nice it
was to walk with her dear papa and
mamma, and while she thought thus, she
clasped the hand she held more firmly
and lovingly. Her mamma, however, took
no notice of this and turned her head away.
Susy felt hurt.
"1Mamma does not love me a bit,"
thought she, and she was going to draw
away her hand.
Her mamma looked down and smiled,
and said playfully, "Oh, I felt your little,
loving squeeze, but I was afraid to take
any notice of it."
Susy smiled too. She never forgot this
little lesson, and it was useful to her as long
as she lived.
Children should not only learn to ob-
serve little tokens of love, but to be grate-
ful for them.
"But we do not go to church to think about dollies." Page 47,
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"Mamma, was I a good girl in church ?"
said Susy, when they reached home.
"Yes, pretty good. But I must tell you
something about a dear little boy, whose
life you shall read, as soon as you are old
enough. When asked if there were many
children at Sunday-school, he said, 'I
don't know, for when I am there I never
dare to look round.' Now your little hands
were very good in church; and so were
your little feet. But I thought your eyes
and ears were not so good."
"My eyes looked round a good deal,"
said Susy. "But my ears couldn't do any
"Yes, they could, dear Susy, by not
listening to what was said. Did they hear
anything at all ?"
"No, mamma, I was busy, thinking.
I thinked about my dollies."
"But we do not go to church to think
about dollies. We go to praise God, and
hear about Him."
"Big people don't have any dollies,"
"But they have other things that they
like as well. And when they first go into
church they ask God to help them not t6
think about anything but Himself, and to
hear what is said. For in the Bible it
speaks of those who, having ears, hear not
-and I do not want my little Susy to be
one of those."
Susy then went
upstairs to the nur-
sery, where she found
"B obbie asleep in his
cradle. She went up
to him, and, putting
_- .. her mouth close to
S his ear, shouted
"Iobbie! Robbie !"
Robbie opened his eyes, turned over and
"You naughty, naughty girl!" said his
nurse, "to wake your brother up. I'll tell
your mamma, and she'll punish you well."
"I didn't mean to wake him up," said
Susy. I only wanted to see if he was one
of those who having ears, hear not. And
I'm sure he isn't, he wakes up so easy."
"I'll tell your mamma the veryfirst thing.
He will be just as cross as two sticks. Just
as I had got him to sleep! It is too bad "
Susy looked quite puzzled to know what
she had done. She ran down to her
mamma, and told her all about it.
Was I naughty, mamma?" she asked.
"Yes, I think you were. For you know
how often I have told you there must be
" no noise when Robbie is asleep. And
then it was wrong to use God's holy words
to play with."
Susy sighed. "Oh dear!" said she.
"First my ears are naughty, and then my
tongue. But they are sorry, mamma."
Her mamma kissed her, and told her to
go upstairs and amuse Bobbie, as she had
made him lose his nap. So Susy went,
and said in a pleasant voice to nurse,-
"I've come to 'muse Bobbie, because I
woke him up;" and nurse smiled and said,-
Well you are a good child when you
ONE day Susy and her mamma and Robbie
were sitting alone together in the nursery.
Susy was in the corner, with her toys,
and Robbie sat on his mamma's lap.
His bare white foot was nestling in her
hand, and more than once she leaned over
and kissed it. After a time Susy got up
and came and stood by them.
You love Robbie dearly, don't you,
mamma ?" she asked.
"Yes, darling-dearly. And I love my
little Susy just as well."
You wouldn't like to kiss my little foot,"
"I used to kiss it when it was a little
baby foot, and wasn't covered up with a
shoe. But it would be rather funny for
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me to take off its shoe and stocking so as to
kiss it when there is this nice, round cheek,
Susy laughed, and kneeling down she
took Robbie's foot in her hand, kissed it,
laid it on her neck and cheek, and talked
to it as if it were a doll.
Somebody said Robbie's hands were
whiter than mine," said she.
That is nothing," said her mamma.
"The question is not whether Susy's hands
are white, but whether they do all they can
"They are too little to do anything
for God," said Susy in a mournful voice.
"Why no, indeed; Jesus said that who-
ever gave a cup of cold water in His name,
that is, for His sake, should not lose his
reward. And you can do as much as that,
I am sure. Besides that, every time you
pick up Robbie's toys for him, you do some-
thing for God."
Susy looked puzzled.
"If you can't understand how this can
be, just believe it because your mamma
tells you so, and by and by, when you are
older, you will understand it. God sees
everything you do, and when you leave your
own play and run to do a little favour for
Robbie, or papa, or any of us, then He is
pleased. When I was kissing Robbie's feet
and hands just now, I was praying to God
to keep them always pure, and to teach
them very early to work for Him. 'And so
I often did for yours when you were a baby,
and do now, every day."
Susy was pleased to hear this, and she
tried to think of something she could do.
Her papa came in just then, feeling very
tired, and hoping to find mamma at leisure
to rub and comb his head.
"Isn't Bobbie well ?" he asked.
Not very well," said his mamma, and
I am trying to keep him quiet, hoping he
may fall asleep. But I have one hand to
rub your head with, if that will do."
Oh! let me rub papa's head," said
Susy, in a joyful voice. Lie on the sofa,
papa, and I'll rub it !"
So papa threw himself down, and Susy
pushed a chair up to the bureau, and
climbed up for the brush and comb, and
though she tangled his hair and pulled it
dreadfully, papa let her work at his poor
head, till Robbie fell asleep, and mamma
could come to the rescue. Susy felt very
happy, and she whispered to her mamma,-
"I love you, dear mamma, and I like
She felt very sweet and happy, and look-
ing about to see if there were anything
else she could do, she saw a fly on Robbie's
face. She ran quickly, and drove it away.
"Little fly! do you think you are going
to have Robbie's face for your dinner?"
said she. "No, indeed! I shall sit. here,
and drive you away. And you can go
home and tell your mother there is a
great big giant, named Susy, sitting by the
cradle, and you are afraid to try to eat
The fly, on hearing this, flew away, and
Susy sat so still that all at once she fell
54 LITTLE SUSFS LITTLE SERVANTS.
over, fast asleep. Then her mamma came
softly and tucked a pillow under her head,
threw a cradle quilt over her, and left her
to enjoy a sweet sleep.
uay, uear, uuns you Weel welt i rage oi.
" Sus, dear, don't you feel well ?" asked
her mamma, seeing Susy sitting idle.
"Yes, mamma, I feel well; but I don't
know what to do.
"Well, you may go down and shell
peas," said her mamma.
"I don't want to shell peas," said Susy.
" I shelled a bushel yesterday."
"Oh! no, not a bushel. Not more
than a cupful," said nurse.
Then you may hold a skein of silk for
me to wind."
I don't want to work, I want to play,"
Her mamma was called down to see
visitors, and Susy remained sitting on the
floor in not very good humour.
Oh dear. I wish I had something to
do!" said she. "I wonder -how Robbie
would do for a doll ? I'll try a'nd see."
So she crept over softly to the corner where
Robbie sat playing with his blocks, and
where she was out of nurse's sight, and
began to unbutton his frock.
Py and by, judging by the silence that
something wrong was going on, nurse got
up and went to look. There lay Robbie
with his clothes all off, while Susy was try-
ing to squeeze one of his arms into her
doll's night-gown. The patient little fellow
held a block fast in one hand, as his com-
forter under his sorrows, for he really
thought he had done something naughty
and had to be put to bed.
Pretty works, I do think !" said nurse.
"Just let me call your mamma to see
you, that's all."
Susy jumped up and caught nurse by
her dress. You shan't call mamma!"
said she. "Robbie is my doll, and I'm
putting him to bed. Aren't you, Robbie ?"
Nurse only answered by snatching him
up and kissing him.
"I do believe he would let you cut his
head off, if you wanted to," said she.
" Susy is a naughty girl, and her mamma
will whip her."
"Naughty dirl, mamma s'ap !" repeated
Robbie, showing with his little hands how
mamma would do.
If you had gone down like a good girl,
and shelled peas," said nurse, "you wouldn't
have got into mischief. Where is the other
stocking ? On your doll's arm ? Bring it to
me this minute. And what have you
done with Robbie's shirt? He will catch
his death sitting here with nothing on.
Well! we'll see what his mamma will say!"
-By this time Susy was convinced she had
done something really dreadful. So she
went softly downstairs and began to shell
peas as fast as she could. Her little
thoughts were very busy.
"I guess mamma won't care. I was
only playing. And I will shell a lot of
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peas. I wish I knowed where I put
Robbie's shift. I think I put it under the
bed. But if he doesn't have it on, he'll
catch cold." The busy fingers stopped,
she slipped down from her chair, and away
went the peas, rolling this way and that,
abolt the kitchen floor.
I wish you'd stay upstairs, where you be-
long," said Sarah. See how you've wasted
tthe peas! If I were your
mamma, I would not give
you any for your dinner."
"I'll pick them up," said
I Susy. "And mamma said
S I might shell them." She
Seemed so sorry that Sarah
Said it was no matter, six
peas wouldn't be much loss.
SlSo Susy went back to the
., nursery to see about the mis-
If there isn't Robbie's
shirt hanging out of your
pocket! said nurse. "I declare I never
saw such a child. Well! you wait till your
mamma hears of this! As she spoke in
an angry voice, Susy saw a faint smile on
the corner of her mouth that quite cheered
her disconsolate little heart.
I didn't mean to be naughty," said she.
"I did not know what else to do. And I
never will do so any more for a thousand
.years. Won't you forgive me ?"
Oh yes, I'll forgive you. And I'li teach
you a hymn, besides, about idle hands."
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour;
And gather honey all the day,
From every open flower !
How skilfully she builds her cell,
How neat she spreads the wax !
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she mak(s.
In works of labour or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still,
For idle hands to do.
In books, or works, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed;
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
" I WISH I knew how to sew," Susy one day
said to her nurse.
"I wish so, too," said nurse. "For
then you could be always making aprons
and things for your babies. And in time,
you could make a shirt for your papa."
Susy smiled at this pleasant prospect.
I'll go and ask mamma to teach me,"
said she, jumping up. "And I'll make my
dollies some frocks, and some aprons, and
some cloaks and bonnets. And I'll make
you an apron too, Robbie."
Robbie looked as if he admired Susy
very much, and began to think what he
could give her.
In the mean time their nurse had cut
out a little white petticoat, and was basting
it very nicely together.
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"Is that for me?" cried Susy joyfully.
"0 Nursey !"
t+ .. _-- h - '
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And Susy sat down, took the needle in
her eager little fingers, and began to sew.
Oh you mustn't put the needle back
and forward that way !" said nurse. See
here, the point of the needle should come
"Yes, I know," said Susy, and went on
sewing all sorts of ways.
"That isn't right," said nurse. "When
you learn to sew you ought to learn the
This is the best way," said Susy.
"Very well. If you know so much,
there's no use in my teaching you," said
nurse, feeling rather vexed.
Oh dear, here's an old, ugly, old
knot !" said Susy. She pulled the thread
angrily and it broke.
"Fasten it for me, will you, nurse ?"
Nurse joined the thread in silence. Susy
took one more stitch and her needle un-
"I can't string my needle," said she.
You must learn," said nurse. See,
this way. And you needn't talk about
stringing it, as if it were a bead. Ah!
well. I may as well thread it this time.
But my! what stitches! Why, dolly will
fall through between them."
"I won't learn to sew," said Susy. It's
hard. Here's the needle. I'll put it back
in your cush-pinion for you."
My pin-cushion, you mean. But I
should be ashamed if I were you, not to
know how to sew. There was little Mary
Jones where I used to live; she sewed
like a woman. Such stitches! But then
there are few children like Mary Jones."
I thought you said she was the trial of
your life," said Susy.
Well! the child's memory !" said nurse,
lifting up her hands. "You should not
notice everything I say, my dear. Now I'll
tell you something. You learn to sew and
you shall make a little bag to give to your
mamma. Just such a bag as Mary Jones
made for her mamma. Only yours shall
be blue, and hers was pink. Come that's
a good girl Your mamma will be so
So Susy sat down again, and took a few
The needle hurts me !" said she.
"That's because you've no thimble.
I'll lend you my silver thimble-the one
your aunt gave me."
So nurse wound a large piece of paper
round and round Susy's finger, and crowded
the thimble over the whole. It looked like
a helmet on a dwarf.
Susy took one more stitch, and sighed.
"I'm tired," said she. "And the thimble is
so heavy !"
Well, put your work away then,"
said nurse, "and when we go out I'll buy
you a dear little brass thimble. But, not
unless you'll promise to be patient, and to
try to learn."
Susy promised, but her promise cost hei
many tears. For her needle unthreaded,
her thread broke, or got into knots, her
hands were awkward and did not know how
to behave, and then when she cried on her
work, it made it hard to sew.
But every day her hands grew more
skilful. Finding they really must learn to
sew, they would not dispute about such a
trifle, and you cannot think how delighted
68 LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS.
Susy was to be able, one day, to carry her
mamma the nice bag she had made for
Thank you, darling," said her mamma.
"I am very glad your little hands have made
this for me, and I will keep it a great while.
Why, when your aunt Laura was your age
she had made a whole quilt of bits of calico
not much larger than the palm of your hand.
The next thing I know, I suppose you will be
writing me a little letter."
Oh I never could learn to write !" said
Why not ? Are not your hands just like
mine ? And they learned to write."
Susy smiled, and looked at her mamma's
hands and then at her own, but did not have
time to talk any more just then.
For just at this moment a carriage drove
up to the door, and Susy ran to the window
to see who had come. She saw two gentle-
men alight, and presently her mamma was
"You may come with me, Susy," said
So they went down together, and Susy
saw that one of the gentlemen had soft
white hair flowing down to his shoulders.
She looked at his mild kind face with great
interest, and when he placed his hand on
her head, she felt very happy.
Mamma, is that the Apostle John," she
Her mamma smiled, and shook her head,
and Susy sat still, and listened to what was
said, without speaking, for her little tongue
had learned that it must keep still when
older persons were talking.
After the visitors went away, she made
up for lost time, by asking several questions
all in one long row.
Who was that man ? What makes his
hair so white ? Did you see him put his
hand on my head ? I liked him dearly."
That was a very good man," said her
mamma, "and I hope God will hear the
prayer he made for you when he put his
hand on your head."
That's the way Jesus put His hand on
the heads of the little children," said Susy.
"I wish I had been there."
That reminds me of a sweet little hymn
that I copied from a book Mrs. Ray lent
me. I must read it to you till you learn.it.
Come we'll go upstairs, and you shall
So they went upstairs, and Susy heard
for the first time that beautiful hymn:-
I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,
How He called little children, as lambs to Eis fold:
I should like to have been with them then.
I wish that His hands had been placed on my head;
That His arm had been thrown around me;
And that I might have seen His kind look when He said
Let the little ones come unto Me."
Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in His love :
And if I thus earnestly seek Him below,
I shall see Him and hear Him above,
In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare
For all that are washed and forgiven:
And many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."
Dut thousands and thousands who wander and fall,
Never heard of that heavenly home:
I should like them to know there is room for them all,
And that Jesus has bid them to come.
I long for the joy of that glorious time,
The sweetest, and brightest, and best:
When the dear little children-of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest.
Tears came into her eyes as she listened,
but they were tears of pleasure; she soon
had learned the first verse, and they sat
singing it together when nurse came in with
Robbie, who had a small box in his hand.
"Mrs. Ray has sent Susy a box of
beads," said she, "and says she must
string them when she does not know what
else to do."
Susy was delighted to hear this, and she
flew off to find a needle and thread, so as
to begin at once to string her beads. It
was, however, time for their supper, and she
had to wait.
She was too happy to eat much, and as
soon as she could, she hastened to the
window, and seated herself to begin her
pleasant work. She had hardly strung a
dozen beads when looking down she saw
that they had all fallen from the string.
"Oh, dear! that's because I didn't
make a knot. Oh, how I wish I knew how
to make knots Nursey won't you make
a knot ?"
"It's too dark to string beads," said
nurse. "You'll hurt your eyes, Susy.
Come! put away your beads, and go to
"It doesn't hurt my eyes," said Susy.
"I can see just as easy."
All of a sudden she felt two hands over
0, papa, is that you? Please don't! I
want to string my beads. See, papa! all
these beads. Mrs. Ray sent them."
Mrs. Ray was very kind," said her papa.
"But my little Susy is not kind at all. She
has been abusing two of those servants
that God gave her. Don't you know it is
wrong to treat your eyes so ? "
"They didn't care," said Susy.
"I fancy they did," said her papa.
"And you must remember that eyes are
very precious things, and be careful of
them. If I should give you a little white-
0, papa, I wish you would "
"If I gave you one, would it be right
for you to cut off one of your little fingers
with it ?"
"Why, no, papa."
"And is it right to injure the eyes God
has been so very kind as to give you ?"
"No, papa. And I won't again."
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But what are they looking so hard at
my pocket for asked her papa, smiling.
"Why, I thought perhaps there was a
knife there," said Susy, rather doubtfully.
"And so there is. It was given me to-
day, and I will give it to you. Only you
must promise not to open it. For you
are such a little girl that I do not dare to
let you use it yet."
Susy promised, and her papa took her on
one shoulder and Bobbie on the other,
and "rided" them, as Bobbie called it,
three times across the room, and then they
kissed each other good night, and Susy
and her box of beads and her little knife
all went to bed together.
"And then they kissed each." Page 74.
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ABOUT this time a lady came to visit
Susy's mamma, bringing with her a little
His name was Thomas. He was several
years older than Susy, but as there was no
one else for him to play with he had to amuse
himself with her as well as he could. Susy
followed him about wherever he went, and
thought everything he did very amusing.
One afternoon, as they were playing to-
gether in his mamma's room, Thomas
asked Susy if she liked candy.
"Yes, I like it," said Susy. "But
mamma does not let me eat it very often."
"My mother lets me eat as much as I
please," said Thomas. There is a great
bundle of it in her trunk, and she lets me
go and get some, as often as I want it.
I'll give you some if you will hold open
the trunk for me."
Susy did not know that Thomas had
been forbidden to open this trunk. So she
stood holding the cover open, while he
searched for the candy. But it was heavy
and her little hands were not strong enough
to hold it long.
Make haste, Thomas," said she, or I
shall let it fall."
"I am making haste," said Thomas.
"And don't you go and let it fall; you'll
break my head in two, if you do."
Susy tried with all her strength to hold
up the heavy lid, but Thomas kept her wait-
ing too long, and all at once down it came.
Thomas tried to draw back his head, but
the trunk-cover was too quick for him,
and gave him a blow right across his face
As soon as he was able to speak, he
called Susy all sorts of bad names, and
struck her several times. Susy was so
frightened and astonished, that at first
she was quite silent, but after a moment
she began to cry so loudly that every
body came running in to see what was the
By this time Thomas's forehead and face
looked quite bruised and swollen, and the
moment his mamma saw it she flew to
kiss him, and then turned to Susy and said
in a angry tone :
What did you strike him for, you naughty
child ?" .
"I didn't strike him," said Susy; "I
didn't mean to hurt him; I could not hold
up the cover, it was so heavy."
"What cover? asked her mamma.
"The trunk cover," said Susy.
Oh! so you were at my trunk, were
you ?" said the lady. "And who said you
might do that ?"
"Thomas told me to hold it open while
he got the candy."
"Oh! what a story!" said Thomas.
" She went and opened the trunk, and was
going to look for candy, and I went to make
80 LITTLE SUSY'S LITTLE SERVANTS.
her come away, and she struck me with a
great big stick."
"Is that true, Susy ?" asked her mamma,
in a grave sad voice. For the mere thought
that Susy could do such a thing made her
Before Susy had time to answer, the lady
"Of course, it is true. Don't you see
the dreadful marks on his face ?"
"Answer, Susy, is it true? repeated her
Susy tried to tell the whole story, just as it
happened, but seeing her mamma look so
sad, and everybody else believing Thomas,
she could only cry still harder.
Then her mamma took her away to her
own room, wiped away her tears, and said:
Now tell me, my dear Susy, all about it.
I cannot think my precious child has done
this sinful thing. But don't be afraid to
tell me the whole truth. Remember God
hears every word you say. Remember, my
darling Think, before you speak."
ii I i: i.
Then her mamma took her away." Page 80.
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"Mamma, I telled the truth !" said Susy.
"I telled the truth. Thomas said he would
get some candy for me if I would hold up
the cover. And I tried to hold it,. and I
couldn't. And won't you believe me ? O
mamma! won't you believe me ?"
Then Susy's mamma said in her heart,
"0 God! teach me what to believe. Do
not let me make a mistake. And oh! do
not let my little Susy ever speak a word
that is not true."
And after she had said that, there came
into her mind a way by which she could
find out whether Thomas had spoken the
She went back at once to the lady's
room, whom she found holding Thomas in
her lap, and feeding with candy.
"Thomas, where is the stick you said
Susy struck you with?" asked she.
Thomas blushed and looked about, as if
in search of the stick.
"I suppose she hid it somewhere," said he.
She could not do that, for she has been
with me ever since she left the room."
"I dare say we shall find it," said the
lady. "And I hope you mean to give Susy
a good whipping. She needs it, I am sure.
Such a blow! Why, what a naughty child
she must be "
Susy says Thomas opened the trunk,
and told her to hold it open while he looked
for candy. And it was heavy, and she let
it fall on his head. I think she has spoken
the truth. I never knew her to speak any-
thing else. The marks on Thomas's face
look to me just like those the heavy lid of
a trunk would make."
"They look to me like the marks of a
stick," said the lady. "But people see
things differently. Come, Thomas eat this
nice candy. And I'll buy you something to
pay for this."
Susy's mamma said no more. She felt
sorry to have her dear little daughter in
such trouble, but there seemed no help for
it. She went back again to her room; and
taking Susy again in her lap, talked gently
to her about the dreadful sin of which
Thomas had been. guilty.
"I never will tell a naughty story," said
Don't say you never will. You may be
tempted, some time, more than you ever
have been. But ask God, who is the God of
truth, to keep you from doing it. How
thankful you ought to be that you have been
taught to pray! For the Bible says that
no man can tame the tongue. That is, no
one can, of himself, keep from saying what
he ought not to say. And his only way is
to keep praying to God to bridle his tongue
"My tongue isn't a good little servant,
then," said Susy.
God can make it good, and teach it to
bless and praise Him."
Then Susy's mamma took down her Bible,
and read several verses from it.
Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips
from speaking guile."
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"The tongue of the just is as choice
Whoso keepeth his tongue, keepeth his
soul from troubles."
"He that telleth lies shall not tarry in
"As soon as you learn to write, my dear
Susy, I will make a little book in which you
can write all that the Bible says about this.
You will be astonished to find how much
there is about speaking the truth, speaking
kindly, and speaking wisely. And of our
dear Saviour it says that when his enemies
reviled him, as a sheep before her shearers
is dumb, so he opened not his mouth."
Now the next time you see Thomas, I think
it likely he will say a good many things to
vex you, and I want you to remember when
he does so, how Jesus did, and what you
Mayn't I tell him he is a naughty boy ?"
asked Susy. "Mayn't I tell him he has
telled a lie ?"
"Would Jesus love you when you were
"And pray lor ma poor voy. rage om.
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doing so, my dear Susy ? No, be careful
not to say one word that you would not like
Jesus to hear. And pray for that poor boy
that God would pity him for being so
naughty, and forgive him, and help him to
EARLY the next morning Thomas's mamma
began to pack her trunk in order to go
away, for she felt quite vexed with Susy,
and with her mamma. While she was
busy in this way, Thomas was quite as
busy in eating some dainties that she had
placed on the floor. Thomas knew they
were to be carried to his aunt, who was
By and by his mother turned round,
and seeing him eating, she said to him:
Thomas! what are you about ? I hope
you have not touched any of those things I
got for your aunt ? Let me see, one, two,
three; there ought to be four boxes of jelly.
Come here and let me look at your hands.
"I didn't eat a bit," said Thomas, "I
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only just made a little hole in one side, and
ate what came out on a pin."
Where is the box ?"
"I don't know. There were only three
Yes there were four boxes. And you've
eaten one of them. I never saw such a
boy Well, I shall not buy you the present
I promised you yesterday. To think of your
eating your aunt's jelly "
"I didn't eat it," said Thomas, in a sulky
"Your face is all covered with it, so
don't let me hear another word. I begin
now to think you told me a story yesterday.
Come here! "
"What are you going to do cried
Thomas, trying to get away.
I'm going to see if the lid of my trunk
fits to that mark on your face," said his
mother. "And if it does, I shall believe
Susy spoke the truth after all."
"I said she let the lid fall on me," said
You said no such thing. You said she
struck you with a stick."
"I didn't," said Thomas.
"What a wicked, wicked boy you are "
cried his mother. "I see just what you
are. If there is such a thing as a rod in
this house, I'll whip you with it till you are
ashamed of yourself. What do you suppose
Susy's mother thought of me yesterday
when I took your part ? I only wish your
father was here. But I'll whip you, you
see if I don't."
On hearing this, Thomas ran to get
away; his mother ran after him, and see-
ing a door half open, Thomas hoped to
escape by that means. For this door led to
"a dark, low closet under the stairs, in which
"a grown person could
not stand upright.
Thomas crept, in his -
mother shut and ---
locked the door.
"There! now I've
got you !" she cried,
"and there you shall
stay on bread and
water the whole -
against the door, and
cried, and begged to come out, but in vain.
His mother was as severe on one day as
she was fond on another. She kept him
shut up till nearly night, when she took
him out all covered with cobwebs, gave him
a good shaking, and told him to ask Susy's
pardon for telling a story about her.
That night when Susy was going to bed,
she said to her mamma :
"Thomas and his mother lighted together
to-day, and she couldn't whip him, he ran
How came you to know that, Susy ?"
The door was open and I was going by;
I heard a noise, and so I stopped."
That was not right, my darling. You
must teach your little eyes not to look at
things they ought not to see. Didn't you
feel all the time that it was not quite
proper for you to stop and watch in that
way ? Always make it a rule never to look
at any thing, no matter what, if you have
even a little bit of a feeling that you ought
not. Your eyes are your own, and you must
"I will, mamma," said Susy. "And I
am glad I've got you for a mamma. I'm
glad Thomas's mamma isn't mine. She
didn't pray to God to make him good; she
lighted with him."
ABOUT this time Susy began to learn to
read. At first, though she wanted to be able
to read, she did not like the trouble, and
would make all sorts of excuses when her
mamma called her to come to her lesson.
Sometimes she said she was too tired.
Sometimes she said Robbie couldn't spare
Once she said her eyes ached, and when
her mamma still would have her read, she
wanted somebody to come and hold her
book for her. But she was learning to read
very fast. She was very happy indeed
when one day, after working quite hard,
she was able to send her papa a little
letter that she had printed with a pen.
All the letter had in it, was this, I love