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favourite, and I used to go and stay with chintzes for me, unlike anything I saw her sometimes, which was the greatest elsewhere, and these had a great charm.
, . pleasure I could have.
Her house was It very often happens, I think, that called 'Strawberry Cottage, and was not when we wish for anything very much at all like our grand home. It was very indeed it comes to us, but it does note small, for Aunt Phæbe was not rich. She always make us as happy as we expect. only kept two servants-Sarah, who did Well, I was just nine years old when I everything in the house; and Roger, who had
my wish–I went to live with my Aunt kept the garden in order and groomed Phæbe. My father died, and my eldest the old pony.
And yet I thought my sister married, so all my brothers were sent aunt's house far prettier than the Hall, to school and I was sent to Aunt Phæbe. as my own home was called. I thought She begged to have me, and I was only everything looked better and tasted nicer
too glad to go. at the cottage than elsewhere, and I en- I was pleased with everything when I joyed the drives I took with Aunt Phæbe
There was a little room prein her shabby little pony-chaise, far better pared for me, which overlooked the yellow than those I had at home in our handsome hollyhocks. The little bed had white curcarriage and pair.
tains, and the walls were papered with a Whenever I was naughty and trouble- white paper, with green nasturtium leaves some at home, and therefore unhappy, I climbing over it, and the carpet looked like used to say to my sister and to my nurse, dark green moss, with here and there a “I only wish I might go and live with browleaf on it, or a bit of scarlet lichen. Aunt Phoebe. I would always be good Over the bed hung a picture of my mother. there, and always happy ;' and I remem- It was a sweet, gentle face, somewhat like ber poor Flo, our sister, would say, 'Ah, my Aunt Phabe's; and by the side was a Kitty! a change of place would not change little bookshelf, on which were many deyou, I am afraid.'
lightful books. Strawberry Cottage was, indeed, very Then, in the garden Roger had put up a pretty. It was almost smothered with swing, and had marked off a little plot of white jessamine, so that the windows did ground, which was to be my own, and not look square, but rather like the little round which he had planted a border of round holes in a swallow's nest. The hen-and-chicken daisies. Sarah, too, bad garden was small, but ob, it was so gay! not forgotten me. She had made the I have never seen anything like it since. butter up into ducks and fishes, and cut
When I went for my visits I was made out the cakes into ivy-leaves, and stars, much of. Old Roger's son made me a and hearts. I was very, very happy-res, little wheelbarrow, which was kept in the and for several days and weeks-till one tool-house, and with this I used to follow day Roger vexed me, by telling me not to the kind old man about, and carry away throw my ball among the flower-beds, the weeds in it. Then Sarah made cakes because it broke the flowers. for me--and such cakes!
I have never
went into the house, and Sarah sent me tasted any' so good since. And my aunt back to scrape my shoes; and when I went looked out from her stores wonderful pieces to my aunt, she said :of old-fashioned silks, and satins, and “Kitty, my child, I must have you keep
It makes every
your room more tidy. I find your drawers I do not like this glass,' I said ; 'I were left
clothes not folded don't want to look in it. Why do you neatly away; and you have put up your show it to me, Aunt Phæbe ?' books the wrong way upwards.'
Because,' she said, “this glass is like A little time after, Aunt Phæbe made your temper just now. me pick up the crumbs I had let fall on the thing look crooked and ugly. This is the carpet while eating my lunch; and lastly, same cottage, the same Aunt Phæbe, the she said, “We must begin to-morrow, same Sarah and Roger you used to like so Kitty, to do a few lessons every day, and a much, and now none of them pleases you. little needle-work; you know the old saying You see them in the looking-glass of your about “all play and no work.”'
naughty temper, and that makes them look I was now quite cross. I had been different that is all.' pouting for some time, but now I burst Oh, Aunt Phoebe,' I said, 'I will try to into twrs and said: “You're all very remember;' and I laid my head on her lap unkind to me to-day. Things don't look and began to cry. “I will try to be better. half so pretty as they used to look. I I know it is just as you say—the ugliness should like to go away from Strawberry is all in myself. Perhaps, if I had that Cottage, and never come back again. Roger wry glass always near me, it would make is a cross old man; and Sarah's very ugly; me remember that my cross temper makes and you're not so pretty as you used to be, pleasant things look crooked and ugly.' Aunt Phæbe!'
* Very well, Kitty,' said my aunt, you Aunt Phæbe let me finish, and then she shall have it in your room. And now kiss got up from her seat and gently took my Sarah, and now kiss me, and then take six hand. She led me upstairs into a little runs round the garden and smell the room opening out of her own.
flowers, and then go upstairs for a few so gentle and kind, she made me ashamed minutes; and by that time I shall have given of my naughtiness, and I looked up in her my orders to Sarah, and you shall come face to see what she meant.
and pick up the crumbs, and have the Kitty,' she said, when I was a little pocket-handkerchief to hem.' girl I was like you; I had a discontented, I did as I was bid, and I can remember impatient temper. But I had a dear how sweet the cabbage-roses were into mother, who took great pains with me to which I put my nose, and the southernteach me how to master it. She put this wood, and marjoram, and lemon-thyme, of glass into my room, Kitty, and she used to which I brought a little bundle to my aunt call it the “temper glass.”
when I came in. My aunt then led me up to a small And the wry glass was put in my room, round looking-glass, and bade me look at and I looked in it many times every day, myself in it. I did; and there I saw my that I might remember how different own face to be sure, but so crooked, and things look when we are out of temper.' pinched, and ugly, that I could not bear to And now that I am growing old, and look at it. Then I looked at Aunt Phæbe's often see people making themselves and in it, and it looked dreadful ; and at Sarah's others unhappy when there is no need, I (for she had followed us into the room), say to myself, “What a pity they should and that was frightful.
be so fond of looking in the Wry Glass!'