So just here, my two loved ones, let me ask you to be kind to the little girl, and if she gets angry, don't flare back at her, but try 'a soft answer.'" "But, Mother," said King, "that isn't so awful easy! And, anyway, I don't think she ought to do horrid things,--like tumbling down our palace,--and then we just forgive her, and take her into the club!" "Why not, King ?" King looked a little nonplussed.
"Why," he said, "why,--because it doesn't seem fair." "And does it seem fairer for you to lose your temper too, and try what children call 'getting even with her' ?" "Well, Mother, it _does_ seem fairer, but I guess it isn't very,--very _noble_." "No, son, it isn't.

And I hope you'll come to think that sometimes nobility of action is better than mere justice." "I see what you mean, Mother, and somehow, talking here with you, it all seems true enough.

But when we get away from you, and off with the boys and girls, these things seem different.

Were you always noble when you were little, Mother ?" "No, Kingdon dear, I wasn't always.

But my mother tried her best to teach me to be,--so don't you think I ought to try to teach you ?" "Sure, Mothery! And you bet we'll do our bestest to try to learn.