﻿THE BOY WHO LOVED HIS SISTER. 



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The Boy who loved his Sister. 



" HURRAH ! Hurrah ! See how it snows, Caroline ! It will be 

 fine sledding to-morrow." 



" yes, the white flakes do fall beautifully, don't they, Harry ? 

 They look like feathers falling from the sky." 



" To-morrow, Caroline, I will take rny new sled to the top of 

 Washington hill, and you shall ride on it gloriously. O, won't it 

 be fine !" and the bright-eyed boy clapped his hands for joy. 



" Yes, it will, Harry. You are very kind to think of me. I love 

 you, brother, because you never spare any pains to make me happy." 



" Ah, who can help loving you, sister ? Don't you always give 

 me the best of your presents ? And don't you always plead for me, 

 when I have done wrong? You are so good, Caroline, that I can't 

 help loving you." 



Thus did these lovely children talk of their affection for each 

 other, very much to the admiration of their mother, who sat quietly 

 sewing by the fire. As they closed their dialogue she called them 

 to her side, and said, " It is very pleasant to see you so fond of 

 each other, my children. You cannot think how happy I am to be 

 the witness of your love. It is also acceptable to your Creator, 

 whose command is, ' Little children, love one another.' As you are 

 so kind to your sister, Harry, I will tell you a story." 



"O do, mamma! do, mamma!" they both exclaimed at once. 

 So their mother laid down her work, and began the following story. 



"It happened a long time ago, that Henry I., king of England, 

 had an only son, named William. As the king was growing old, 

 he wished all his proud barons to acknowledge his son as their 

 future king. So he summoned many of the English nobility to his 

 court, and then took them, with the young prince, over to Normandy, 

 where he was duke, that the barons and chiefs might do homage lo 

 his son. There he sat in great state, and the mailed warriors came 

 and kissed the hand of William, promising to do him service with 

 their good swords. 



" This over, they set sail for England in several vessels. The 

 wind was fair, and the little fleet sailed gayly out of port, with gay 

 flags and bright streamers floating proudly in the gale. But, alas 



