, and it ran down their faces.

After he had done this, he saw a pair of scissors in the same drawer.

"Sit down, Horace," said he, "and I will cut your hair for you: it wants
cutting very much."

Horace was a little fellow; he was only three years old; but Edward was
six years old, and knew better than to be doing all this mischief.

Horace sat down and Edward cut his hair all over. He cut bunches out in
different parts, close to his head, and made it look frightful, but he
said, "Dear me! how nice you look! now _you_ cut _my_ hair."

So Horace cut Edward's hair, and almost cut off his ears, and hardly
left any hair on his head.

After that, this naughty boy Edward took his Uncle's best coat out of
the drawer and put it on. The tails of the coat dragged on the ground,
and it made Horace laugh very much to see his brother marching round,
with the tails of the coat dragging on the ground.

When he was tired of wearing the coat, he took it off. He did not put
it back in the drawer, but threw it on the floor, where all the hair
was, that he and his brother had cut.

Presently he ran to the wash-stand. He lifted the pitcher. It was full
of water, and very heavy, and he spilled some of the water on the
carpet. Then he poured out the water into the slop-jar, which stood by
the side of the wash-stand, and in doing it, he spilled the water all
round the outside of the slop-jar and wet the carpet.

Did you ever hear of such a naughty boy before? But this is not half as
bad as what I am now going to tell you.

Little Horace had done just as he saw his brother do--for little boys
will always follow the example of their older brothers. If any little
boy reads this, that has a brother younger than himself, I hope he will
remember this, and try to set his little brother a good example.

Well, as I was telling you, Horace opened the drawer of the wash-stand,
and took out a box of tooth-powder, and then he got a glove out of
another drawer, and then he wet the glove and dipped it in the
tooth-powder. Some of the powder stuck to the glove, and with this he
began to rub the brass tops of the tongs and poker.

"Only see, Edward," cried he, "how nice this cleans the brass! I am
rubbing it, just as I saw Jenny do, and I am making it look so clean and
bright! don't it make it bright, Edward?"

"Oh yes! very bright," said Edward, "but only look here, what I have
found! a beautiful razor! oh my! how sharp it is! Uncle James shave