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<h2><SPAN name="OVER_THE_PORRIDGE" id="OVER_THE_PORRIDGE"></SPAN>OVER THE PORRIDGE.</h2>
<p>They sat down to eat their porridge. The
naughty little girl turned her back upon her
sister, and put a large spoonful into her mouth.</p>
<p>"Oh—oh—oh!" she cried, "I have burnt my
tongue."</p>
<p>"Eat it slowly," said the good little sister. <i>She</i>
took up her porridge carefully, and after blowing it
very gently, and waiting for a minute or two while
it cooled, ate it, and found it very nice.</p>
<p>"I shall not eat mine until it is quite cold," said
Totsey, getting cross.</p>
<p>"Then it will be nasty," said the good little
sister, still going on with her own porridge.</p>
<p>"Oh, dear," said Totsey, "if I eat it too hot it
burns me, and if I eat it too cold it's nasty. What
shall I do?"</p>
<p>"Take it as I do mine," said the good little sister.
"It is the right way."</p>
<p>"There are two wrong ways and only one right
way; it isn't fair," sighed the naughty little girl.
"And, oh! my porridge is so nasty." Then she
asked, "Did you ever eat your porridge too hot
and burn your tongue?"</p>
<p>"No," answered the good little sister; "I never
ate my porridge too hot and burnt my tongue."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Did you ever eat your porridge when it was
quite cold and very nasty?"</p>
<p>"No," answered the good little sister again; "I
never ate my porridge when it was quite cold and
very nasty."</p>
<p>"Well, I have," said Totsey; "and so I know
about two things that you do not know about."
And the naughty little sister got up and walked
away, and the good little sister sat still and thought
about many things.</p>
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