And now, instead of looking so far away, look just down here below you, and tell me what you see." "Some chimneys, and some trees, and some smoke, ever so far down," shouted the children.

"Is it a house, mother ?" "That's Aunt Emma's house, the old house where I used to come and stay when I was a little girl, and when your dear great-grandfather and great-grandmother were alive.

I used to think it the nicest place in the world." "Were you a very little girl, mother, and were you ever naughty ?" asked Milly, slipping her little hand into her mother's and beginning to feel rather tired with her long walk.
"I'm afraid I was very often naughty, Milly.

I used to get into great rages and scream, till everybody was quite tired out.

But Aunt Emma was very good to me, and took a great deal of pains to cure me of going into rages.