troubled about it, and she said to herself, "If
I do not correct my little son, he will grow more unhappy, and his
temper will become so sullen that no one will love him; and what is
worst of all, God will not love him." She went away alone into her
chamber, and knelt down by her bed, and asked God to direct her what to
do in order to make Frankie a good boy.

I suppose God did put some good thoughts into her mind, for the next
day, when the little boy was naughty again, she arose at once, and led
him away to her chamber, and talked with him a long time. And then they
knelt down together, and she held his little hands while she asked God
to take away his wicked heart, and give him a good one, that would be
full of pleasant, happy thoughts, and of love to the dear Saviour and to
every body.

Perhaps you would like to know one thing she told him. It was this. She
said, "My dear Frankie, when you look so cross, and speak unkindly to
Willie, and do not wish to obey me, do you know who is close by you,
whispering in your ear?"

"No, mamma," said Frankie; "I didn't see any body."

"It is the wicked Satan," said mamma. "He likes to see you naughty, and
so he puts unkind thoughts into your heart. He would like to have you
naughty all the time, because then he knows you could not be happy. He
don't like good children, and he can't bear to stay where they are; so
he has to run off by himself when you are obedient, and kind, and happy.
Shall I tell you what I think he was whispering in your ear this
morning?"

"Yes, mamma."

"Well, when you rubbed out Willie's figures, after he asked you not to
do so, I think he said, 'I wouldn't mind my brother; I'd do it just to
vex him.' Then, when I forbade you to touch it again, he whispered, 'Get
away, mamma; I don't love you this morning.'"

Frankie hung down his head, and looked very sober. He did not like to
think he had been pleasing Satan, but still he was troubled, for he did
not know exactly what to do. In a minute he said, "I will try to be good
Frankie, mamma."

"That is right, my darling. If you try to be good, and when you hear
Satan tempting you to do such wicked things, tell him at once to go
away, then the good Spirit will come and help you to be kind, and to do
every thing that is right. If you had not been listening to Satan this
morning, you could have heard him, though he talks very softly indeed."

"What did he say, mamma?" asked Frankie.

"I suppose he was sa