Little Tiny had a sad habit of tasting everything that came in her way. This was because she was so greedy; and it was very naughty too, because she used to take things that had not been given to her. At last she had a lesson, which I am going to tell you of, and I think it almost cured her of her bad habit.

One day Tiny’s mother was in the kitchen, preparing some nice dish, and she said to her little girl,—“Run into the back kitchen, dear, and bring me a lemon; you will find some upon the shelf.” When Tiny found herself alone in the back kitchen, she looked about to see if there was anything she could taste. On a shelf she saw a number of jars, which looked as if they contained jam, or preserves, or something of that sort; so she placed a stool, and standing on tip-toe upon it, chose a pretty little jar, which she took down. It contained some yellow powder: she put her fingers into the powder without hesitation, and then put them into her mouth. Bah! it was mustard. Crying and spluttering, she went back to her mamma, who simply said,—“My dear, it serves you right.”