God and of dear mother nothing?' said Clara; 'I
will behave well, even if mother forgets to bring me the great wax doll,
and the chest of drawers to keep her clothes in, which she told me about
yesterday.'

Mrs. Grant smiled fondly on her little girl, but made no reply to
Charles; and soon the coach drove away from the door.

Charles was very glad when his mother was gone, and he said: 'Now mother
is gone to London, I will do just as I please: I will learn no ugly
lessons, but play all day long. How happy I shall be! I hope mother may
not come for a whole month.'

But Charles soon found he was not so happy as he thought he should have
been; he did not know the reason, but I will tell you why he was not
happy. No one can be happy who is not good, and Charles was so naughty
as to resolve not to obey his kind mother, who loved him so much.

Charles brought out all his toys to play with, but he soon grew weary of
them, and he kicked them under the table, saying, 'Nasty dull toys, I
hate you, for you do not amuse me or make me happy. I will go to father,
and ask him to give me something to please me that I am not used to.'

But father was busy with some friends in the study, and could not attend
to his wants. Charles was a rude, tiresome boy; so he stood by his
father, and shook his chair, and pulled his sleeve, and teazed him so
much that his father at last grew angry, and turned him out of the room.

Then Charles stood and kicked at the door, and screamed with all his
might, when one of the gentlemen said to him: 'If you were my little
boy, I would give you something to cry for.' So Charles's father told
him if he did not go away, he would come out of the study and whip him.

When Charles heard this, he ran away, for he was afraid of being beaten;
but, instead of playing quietly with his toys, he went and laid under
the great table in the hall and sulked and fretted till dinner-time.

When nurse came to call him to dinner, he said: 'I won't come. Go away,
ugly nurse!'

Then said nurse: 'Master Charles, if you like to punish yourself by
going without your dinner, no one will prevent you, I am sure.'

Then Charles began to cry aloud, and tried to tear nurse's apron; but
nurse told him he was a bad boy, and left him.

Now, when Clara sat down to dinner, she said to nurse: 'Where is brother
Charles? Why is he not here?'

'Miss Clara, he is a naughty child,' said nurse, 'and chooses to go
without his dinner, thinki