Besides, it always did naughty children good to live in the same house with great-grandmamma, and so after a while I got better.

Take care how you go, children, it's very steep just here, and you might soon tumble over on your noses.

Olly, take care! take care! where _are_ you going ?" Where, indeed, was Olly going?
Just the moment before the little man had spied a lovely flower growing a little way off the path, in the middle of some bright yellow-green moss.

And without thinking of anything but getting it, off he rushed.

But oh! splish, splash, splish, down went Olly's feet, up splashed the muddy water, and there was Olly stuck in a bog.
"Father, pull me out, pull me out!" cried the little boy in terror, as he felt his feet stuck fast.