ess,
he thought it wiser to walk off, and made his way back into the garden.

"I do not see why Fanny should have a beautiful doll and I only a stupid
bit of leather," he muttered to himself. "If I can get hold of that
doll of hers, I know what I will do to it, and then she won't be a bit
better off than I am."

Instead of attempting to overcome the spirit of envy, which sprung up in
his heart, he went on muttering to himself that he would soon spoil Miss
Lucy's beauty.

He had not improved in temper, when he was summoned in to dinner.

Neither Mrs Leslie nor his mamma said anything about Fanny's garden,
and he himself was not inclined to introduce the subject. His
grandmamma did not speak to him, for she was anxious if possible to make
him ashamed of his conduct. Discerning as she was, she was little aware
of the obstinacy of his disposition, and that all he cared for, was to
avoid punishment.

Fanny had talked to him and tried to amuse him after dinner; as it was
still too hot to go out, she invited him to come into the drawing-room,
and listen to a pretty story she would read to him out of a book.

After she had read a little time, her grandmamma invited her to sit by
her side, that she might go on with some work that she was teaching her
to do.

"Come with me, Norman," said Fanny, jumping up immediately, "granny will
let you sit near me on a footstool, and if you hold the book, I can tell
you some of the stories by merely looking at the pictures."

Norman, who liked having stories told to him, made no objection, and sat
down quietly on a footstool near Fanny.

"I think Norman, you should now tell Fanny something about India," said
Mrs Leslie, after Fanny had told him several stories.

"It's a finer country than this, and people do as they are told, that's
one thing I know about it," observed Norman. "A very good thing too,"
said Mrs Leslie, "I always like little boys and girls to do as they are
told."

"But big people do as they are told, our _kitmutgars_ and _chaprassey_
ran off as quick as lightning to do anything I told them, and if not I
kicked them."

"I hope that you will not do so to any one in England, my dear," said
Mrs Leslie.

"I am sorry to say that Norman did sometimes attempt to do as he tells
you," observed Mrs Vallery. "The people he speaks of were our
servants. A _kitmutgar_ is a man who waits at table, and a _chaprassey_
is another servant, whose duty it is to run on messages