bbed Nelly,
catching hold of her aunt.

"Sit down," said Mrs. Gray, gravely.

"What are you going to do with me?" asked the child, in an agony of
fear.

"I am going to talk with you, and I wish you to tell me how this
dreadful thing occurred. O Nelly, I can't tell you how very grieved I
am, that you should do so! I thought you had conquered your bad temper,
and had become a lovely, amiable child."

The tears stood in Mrs. Gray's eyes, and her voice trembled as she
spoke. Nelly sobbed as if her heart would break; but as her aunt waited
for her to reply, she said, "I am sorry, aunty. I didn't mean to hurt
her so; but I didn't want her to touch Frankie's things."

"Why not? I am sure it was kind of her to pick up his scarf."

Nelly covered her burning face with her hands.

"Tell me the truth, my child," said her aunt, firmly.

"She is so poor," whispered Nelly. "I don't like poor girls; and then
she lives in such an old house."

"Why, Nelly!" exclaimed the lady, "I can hardly believe you have so
proud and wicked a heart. Suppose your father should lose all his
property, and you should be obliged to go to the poorhouse, and wear an
old, shabby dress; should you think that was a good reason why another
little girl, whom God had blessed with a good home and kind friends,
delighting to supply her with the comforts of life, should treat you
unkindly?"

"No, indeed, aunty! I did not think how very wicked I was." Then Nelly
confessed truthfully all the naughty feelings which had made her so
unkind to the new scholar, though she sobbed so much that she could
hardly speak.

Mrs. Gray talked a long time with her, explaining where her sin lay;
first, in cherishing pride, and then in giving way to anger, which was
the very spirit of Cain when he killed his brother. After this they
knelt down together; and Nelly, in a voice broken with weeping, asked
God to forgive her great sin, and help her to be a good child.

CHAPTER V.

NELLY AT MRS. MORAN'S.

"COME, now, my dear," said the lady, putting on her bonnet; "we must go
to Mrs. Moran's and inquire about Hitty."

"I am afraid to," screamed Nelly, clinging to her aunt. "O, I am sure I
shall never do so again! I don't dare to go there."

"Why, Nelly?" asked her aunt, pitying her distress. "If any little girl
had injured you so, I should think it was a very small thing for her to
do, to come and say she was sorry, and ask your forgiveness. You are
really sorry,