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that cane any more."

"Why don't you like it?" she asked, in surprise.

"Because it killed good Abel, you know."

"O, no," said mamma, with a laugh. "That Cain was a man, and not a
stick."

The little fellow was once playing out near the barn, when he fell and
cut his finger against a piece of glass. It bled very freely, so that
mamma could not bind it up. She told Sally to bring a bowl of water, and
held his poor finger in it. The water was soon red with the blood; and
Frankie cried louder than ever. All at once he stopped, and said,
"Mamma, it seems like the Red Sea. How could the Israelites get through
so much blood?"

"That was not red with blood, my dear," said mamma. "It was only the
name of the sea. There are the Red Sea, and the Black Sea, and the White
Sea."

Frankie was very fond of cake, and would have liked to make his whole
supper of it. But mamma knew it would make him sick. Sometimes, when he
was in the kitchen, Jane gave him a piece; and one day his mother was
very much pleased when he came running to her with a rich cake in his
hand, fresh from the oven. "May I eat it, mamma?" he asked. "I didn't
taste it without your leave."

Mamma broke off a small piece, and gave it to him, and then took him in
her lap, and repeated a pretty little hymn she had learned when she was
a child. I think you will like to hear it too.

"Mamma, do hear Eliza cry;
She wants a piece of cake I know;
She will not stir to school without;
Do give her some, and let her go."

"O, no, my dear; that will not do;
She has behaved extremely ill;
She pouts instead of minding me,
And tries to gain her stubborn will.

"This morning, when she had her milk,
She gave her spoon a sudden twirl,
And tipped it over on the floor;
O, she's a naughty, wicked girl!

"And now, forsooth, she cries for cake;
But that I surely shall refuse;
For children never should object
To eating what their parents choose.

"The pretty little girl who came
To sell the strawberries here to-day,
Would have been very glad to eat
What my Eliza threw away;--

"Because her parents are so poor
That they have neither milk nor meat;
But gruel and some Indian cake
Are all the