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with it every morning. I'll tell you a first-rate play, Horace. I will
be a barber, and you shall come to me to be shaved. You know I will only
make believe; I won't _really_ shave you."

"Oh that will be fine," said Horace, throwing down the tooth-powder,
"that will be fine! Put some soap on my face, brother."

"Yes," said Edward, "I will make a great lot of soap-suds, and put it
all over your face. Oh! won't it be nice? won't it be a grand play?"

So saying, he got out the shaving-brush, and dipped it into the water
that was in the slop-jar, and rubbed it on the soap, till he had made a
great lather. He called it soap-suds, and then he put it all over
Horace's face with the brush, and made him look like a fright.

Then this naughty boy took the sharp and shining razor, and began to
shave the soap off his face. At first he only took the soap off, but the
next time he took off a piece of the skin from Horace's face.

The little boy said, "Oh, Edward! you hurt me. I don't want to be shaved
any more! It isn't a good play at all!"

"Don't be a coward," said Edward; "it always hurts to be shaved; come,
let me do it once more."

Horace was not afraid of a little pain, and he did not like to be
called a coward. He believed what his brother told him. So he held up
his face, and Edward began again to scrape off the lather; but this time
Horace moved just as he put the razor on his face, and it took the skin
all off of his cheek.

It began to bleed terribly, and smarted so much, that Horace screamed,
and ran out of the room, and down stairs into the kitchen where his
Mother was.

She was very much frightened when she saw the little boy with his face
covered with blood and lather, and cried,

"What is the matter with you, my child? What have you been doing?"

"Oh, Mamma!" said he, crying bitterly, "Edward has been shaving me, and
I am all cut to pieces--Oh! how it hurts me--will it kill me, Mamma?"

His Mother got some water quickly and washed his face. She saw that he
was very much cut. She was very sorry indeed, and tied up his face, and
did every thing she could think of, to relieve the pain. But it hurt him
very much all that day and the next.

When Edward came down stairs, he was afraid to come where his Mother
was, because he knew he had been a very naughty boy, and he was sure she
would punish him. So he went and hid himself under the bed.

His Mother called, "Edward! Edward!" but he was afraid to come. S