Met fair and square at last,
And kisses sweet and loving
Sent the quarrel flying fast.

Little Whimpy

Whimpy, little Whimpy,
Cried so much one day;
His grandma couldn't stand it,
And his mother ran away!
He was waiting by the window
When they all came home to tea.
And a gladder boy than Whimpy,
You never need hope to see!

[Illustration: A Naughty, Naughty, Naughty Girl.]

Master Cross Patch

Cross Patch, cross Patch,
What's the matter now?
Why that wail of fretfulness,
And a scowl upon your brow?

Milk upset and wasted!
Water in your plate,
No one's sorry, old cross Patch,
For your wretched fate.

You began the morning
With a frown, my lad
And every word that you have said
Has made your mother sad.

And by your pettish temper,
You've spoiled your breakfast, too.
Cross Patch, cross Patch,
No one pities you.

Sulky Sarah

Why is Sarah standing there,
Leaning down upon a chair,
With such an angry lip and brow?
I wonder what's the matter now.

Come here my dear and tell me true,
It is because I spoke to you
About the work you'd done so slow,
That you are standing fretting so?

Why then, indeed, I'm grieved to see,
That you can so ill-tempered be:
You make your fault a great deal worse
By being angry and perverse.

Oh! how much better 'twould appear,
To see you shed a humble tear,
And then to hear you meekly say,
"I'll not do so another day."

Jane Taylor

[Illustration: Sulking Girl.]

[Page 59--Temper Land]

[Illustration: A Naughty Bad-Tempered Boy who broke his Sister's
Playthings.]

A New Year's Gift

A charming present comes from town,
A baby-house quite neat;
With kitchen, parlours, dining-room,
And chambers, all complete.

A gift to Emma and to Rose,
From grandpa it came;
The little Rosa smil'd delight,
And Emma did the same.

They eagerly examin'd all--
The furniture was gay;
And in the rooms they plac'd their dolls,
When dress'd in fine array.

At night, their little candles lit,
And as they must be fed,
To supper down the dolls were plac'd,
And then were put to bed.

Thus Rose and Emma pass'd each hour
Devoted to their play;
And long were cheerful, happy, kind--
No cross disputes had they.

Till Rose in baby-house would change
The ch