, kicked it over and sent the tea-set
crashing to the floor.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! He has broken my nice tea-set all to pieces!" cried
Jessie, pausing, gazing on the wreck, and bursting into tears.

The crash of the falling tea-things was heard by Uncle Morris. He entered
the room with a grave face. Charlie still sat on the chair, looking surly
and wicked at the ruin he had wrought.

"See what Charlie has done, Uncle!" exclaimed Jessie, sobbing. "I wouldn't
care if it wasn't poor Aunt Lucy's present that he has broken."

Aunt Lucy was dead. She had given this charming little tea-set to Jessie
only a few weeks before her death.

"How did he do it?" asked Mr. Morris.

"He kicked the table over, Sir, because we wanted him to let Jessie sit in
her place, and pour out the tea," said Carrie.

Just then Mrs. Carlton, and Mary the waiting-maid, both of whom had heard
the noise, entered the parlor. Turning to the latter, Mr. Morris said:

"Mary, put that ugly boy to bed!"

Charlie, frightened at Mr. Morris's manner, yielded to this command
without a word, and was led out of the room.

"I didn't know that so much ugliness could be got into so small a parcel
before that boy came here. He goes home to-morrow morning, however, and we
shall all witness his departure, I guess, with very dry eyes," said Mr.
Morris.

"He needs somebody to weep over him, though, brother," interposed Mrs.
Carlton, "for otherwise he will grow up into a very wicked and dangerous
manhood."

"Very true, sister. He is a spoiled child. I must write to sister Hannah
about him. If rigid training, and the rod of correction, be not soon
applied to him, he will become a spoiled man."

After telling Mrs. Carlton the cause of this disaster, the girls with her
aid began to repair the ruin wrought by ugly Charlie. Having replaced the
table, they picked up the pieces, and were relieved to find that, with the
exception of the knob of the teapot lid, and the handles of two cups,
which were off, nothing was broken. Uncle Morris said he had a cement with
which he could fasten on the knob and the handles. This relieved Jessie
very much. She smiled, and said:

"Oh, I am so glad! I want to keep that tea-set, for dear Aunt Lucy's
sake."

Of course the tea was all spilled, and the food scattered over the carpet.
These, however, were soon replaced from the well-supplied closets of the
kitchen and dining-room. In half an hour, the table was reset, and the
three gir