Mary Anne'S Kindness

How mischievous it was, when Will Push'd his young sister down the hill, Then ran away, a naughty boy, Although he heard her sadly cry!

Their mother, who was walking out, Saw the rude trick, and heard him shout; With gentle voice, but angry nod, She threaten'd Willy with the rod.

But Mary Anne, afraid of this, Begg'd they might now be friends and kiss: She said, "Mamma, I feel no pain, And Willy won't do so again."

Then Willy call'd his sister "good," And said he "never, never would."