An' yer no' to dicht yer mooth wi' yer cuff--mind that.

Ye're to tak' yer hanky an' let on ye're jist gi'ein' yer nib a bit wipe.

An' ye're no' to scale yer tea nor sup the sugar if ony's left in yer cup when ye're dune drinkin'.

An' if ye drap yer piece on the floor ye're no' to gang efter it; ye're jist to let on ye've ett it.
An' ye're no'-- 'Deed, Lizzie,' interposed her husband, 'ye're the yin to think aboot things.' 'Weel, John, if I dinna tell Macgreegor hoo to behave hissel', he'll affront me,' etc., etc., etc.
Who has not thus seen the anxious mother?
And who ever saw her worrying and anxiety do much if any good?
Train your child by all means in your own home, but let up when you are going out, for your worry worries him, makes him self-conscious, brings about the very disasters you wish to avoid, and at the same time destroys his, your, and everyone's else, pleasure who observes, feels, or hears the expressions of worry..