moon just going to bed—they are always obeying, aren't they? I wonder why it should be so hard for people—for children, at least."
"To be sure, missie, you do put it a way of your own," replied Dorcas, somewhat mystified; "but I see how you mean, I think, and it's quite true. And it is a hard lesson to learn."
"I want to learn it well, Dorcas," said Griselda, resolutely. "So will you please tell Aunt Grizzel that I'm very sorry about last night, and I'll do just as she likes about staying in my room or anything. But, if she would let me, I'd far rather go down and do my lessons as usual for Mr. Kneebreeches. I won't ask to go out in the garden; but I would like to please Aunt Grizzel by doing my lessons very well."
Dorcas was both delighted and astonished. Never had she known her little "missie" so altogether submissive and reasonable.
"I only hope the child's not going to be ill," she
