There's the sun now, just getting up, and the moon just going to bed--_they_ are always obeying, aren't they?
I wonder why it should be so hard for people--for children, at least." "To be sure, missie, you do put it a way of your own," replied Dorcas, somewhat mystified; "but I see how you mean, I think, and it's quite true.

And it _is_ a hard lesson to learn." "I want to learn it _well_, Dorcas," said Griselda, resolutely.

"So will you please tell Aunt Grizzel that I'm very sorry about last night, and I'll do just as she likes about staying in my room or anything.

But, if she _would_ let me, I'd far rather go down and do my lessons as usual for Mr.Kneebreeches.I won't ask to go out in the garden; but I would like to please Aunt Grizzel by doing my lessons _very_ well." Dorcas was both delighted and astonished.

Never had she known her little "missie" so altogether submissive and reasonable.
"I only hope the child's not going to be ill," she said to herself.