d,
instead of folding it neatly up, so that it is tumbled and not fit to
put on the next morning. If she writes, she throws the ink about her
clothes; if she tears a hole in her frock, she does not take a needle
and thread to mend it directly, but pins it up; then perhaps the pin
pricks her half a dozen times in an hour, and tears three or four more
holes in the frock. If she has a book lent to her, she will let it fall
in the dirt, or drop the grease of the candle upon the leaves. She is
always a slattern and always dirty; she is a disgrace to herself and a
burthen to her friends.

What a shocking name the next is--LYING LUCY! It is dreadful to think
that any one should deserve to be so called, but this wicked little girl
deserves it, for she has no sense of honour, and seldom speaks the
truth. Even when she does say what is true, on account of her having
told falsehoods so long, people know not how to believe her, for who can
depend upon the word of a LIAR? If she would forbear for a whole month
to tell a lie, there would be hopes of her amendment, and then her word
might be taken. But till she leaves off this shameful practice, she must
expect to be shunned and pointed at with scorn wherever she goes.

SELFISH SARAH loves no one but herself, and no one loves her. She will
not let her brothers or sisters or any other child play with her toys,
even if she is not using them. She hoards up her playthings, and cannot
amuse herself with them, for fear another should touch them. If she has
more sweet cake or fruit than she can eat, she puts it by, and lets it
spoil and get mouldy rather than give it away; or if she sees a poor
child begging in the streets, without shoes, stockings, or clothes to
cover him, she will not part with a halfpenny to buy him a bit of
bread, though she is told that he is starving with hunger. She never
assists any one, nor is ever thankful or grateful for what is done for
her. She covets everything she sees, yet takes no real pleasure in
anything.

The parents of these odious children never look happy, nor enjoy
comfort. The brothers and sisters never meet but to quarrel, so that the
house is always in an uproar. All abuse each other's vices, yet take no
pains to cure their own faults. The servants hate them, the neighbours
despise them, and the house is shunned as though it had some dreadful
distemper within. They live without friends; for no prudent persons will
suffer their children to visit