How Did You Learn to Keep Still?

For years i was too proud to confess my weakness to any one else. I had a hard time, jo, and shed a good many bitter ears over my failures. Your father showed me that i must try to practise all the virtues i would have my little girls possess. It was sier to try for your sakes than for my own. A startled or surprised look from one of you when i spoke sharply rebuked me more than any words could have done. Oh, mother, if i'm ever half as good as you, i shall be satisfied. But you must keep watch over your bosom enemy, as father calls it, or it may sadden, if not spoil your