ng, scurried over the
parts of his toilet that he was trusted to do for himself, hurried over
his breakfast, rushed through his lessons, with many mistakes of course,
and by his hasty, impatient behavior worried his quiet, gentle little
sister Ethel nearly out of her wits, and almost drove patient Miss
Smith, the governess, to despair. He burnt his mouth with hot food,
because he couldn't wait for it to cool; fell down-stairs, racing down,
times out of number; his toys were always getting broken because he
couldn't stop to put them away; his canary flew away because he, fuming
with impatience about something, neglected to fasten the cage door one
day; and indeed space would fail to tell of all the troubles he brought
upon himself by his perpetual, heedless haste.

There were some exceptions to this general state of things. He didn't
hurry to begin his lessons,--nor to go to bed. Here he would wait as
long as you liked to let him. One thing he was obliged to wait for,
sorely against his will, and that was to grow up. It did take such a
long time, and oh, the things he meant to do when once he was a man!
Father hoped he would alter a great deal before that time came, for, as
he told him, a hasty, impatient man makes other people unhappy and
cannot be happy himself.

Charlie meant to have a balloon when he grew up, and a sweet-stuff shop,
an elephant, a garden full of apples and plums, a tall black horse, and
a donkey.

"You needn't wait so long for the donkey," Father said one day. "I have
seen a boy with two nice donkeys in Pine-tree Walk; when you and Ethel
have been good children at your lessons, Miss Smith shall let you ride
them, and when you can ride nicely I will buy you each a donkey of your
own."

Lessons certainly went better after this, and the rides were much
enjoyed on every fine day, though timid little Ethel was always just a
wee bit afraid at first starting. Miss Smith always safely mounted Ethel
first.

"Wait a minute, Charlie!" she said one day, when he was pulling and
tugging impatiently at Neddie's bridle, "we'll have you up directly."

But Charlie couldn't wait: he dragged the donkey into the road and
scrambled upon its back.

"Charlie! Charlie! you mustn't start without us. Wait a minute!"

"I can ride by my own self now," he said; and jerking the bridle, off he
went clattering down the road, the donkey-boy after him.

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