Dan-ny was a hand-some lit- tle boy, but not al-ways a good lit-tle boy. Some-times he was so naught-y that you could see sparks of fire in his soft black eyes, and he would dou-ble his chub-by lit- tle hands up in-to fists, and stamp his feet, and look ex- actly as though he were go- ing to strike some-bod-y. One day when mam-ma was sick with head-ache he had one of these bad times with his tem-per. "I don't wish to walk with El-len," he cried, "an' I won't! I want a play-walk with you, mam-ma! El-len don't talk with me, an' she won't let me drive her at all! I want a play-walk with my mam-ma, I say! Do you hear, mam-ma! Mam-ma heard. She felt as though the naught-y lit-tle boots had come down with a stamp right on her head. She knew ver-y well it was nicer for a lit-tle boy to walk with a mam-ma who would a-muse him and take part in his lit-tle plays, than with a nurse, but she could not go, and when Dan-ny stamped and roared, he had to be sent out of the room quick-ly, and with-out e-ven a kiss. It was a much-a-shamed lit-tle boy that went stub-bing a-long in the dust right in the mid-dle of the road a half-hour aft-er. His lit-tle heart was strug-gling to find some way to say how sor-ry he was. There were no flow- ers to pick for a nose-gay, and it was too late for e-ven a stray black-ber-ry. But just be-fore din-ner mam-ma woke, and there was a great cloud of col-or, red and gold, right be-fore her, and shin-ing o-ver it, a pair of silk-en-fringed black eyes, so soft and lov-ing and sor-ry that mam-ma gath-ered her lit-tle boy, and the great arm- ful of au-tumn leaves right in-to her arms, and in one lit-tle min-ute all the naugh- ti-ness was loved a-way.
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