"
"It won't do any good, mother. He's a rude, bad boy, and I wish he would
stay at home. Won't you make him go home?"
"First go and speak to him in a gentler way than you did just now. Try to
subdue him with kindness."
William felt that he had been wrong in letting his angry feelings express
themselves in angry words. So he left his mother and went down upon the
lawn, where Henry was amusing himself by trying to trip the children with a
long stick, as they ran about on the green.
"Henry," he said, cheerfully and pleasantly, "if you were fishing in the
river, and I were to come and throw stones in where your line fell, and
scare away all the fish, would you like it?"
"No, I should not," the lad replied.
"It wouldn't be kind in me?"
"No, of course it wouldn't."
"Well, now, Henry," William tried to smile and to speak very pleasantly,
"we are playing here and trying to enjoy ourselves. Is it right for you to
come and interrupt us by tripping our feet, pulling us about, and pushing
us down? I am sure you will not think so if you reflect a moment.
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