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<h2><SPAN name="THE_PROUD_BOY" id="THE_PROUD_BOY"></SPAN>THE PROUD BOY.</h2>
<p>There was once a very proud boy. He
always walked through the village with his
eyes turned down and his hands in his pockets.
The boys used to stare at him, and say nothing;
and when he was out of sight, they breathed freely.
So the proud boy was lonely, and would have had
no friends out of doors if it had not been for two
stray dogs, the green trees, and a flock of geese
upon the common.</p>
<p>One day, just by the weaver's cottage, he met
the tailor's son. Now the tailor's son made more
noise than any other boy in the village, and when
he had done anything wrong he stuck to it, and
said he didn't care; so the neighbours thought
that he was very brave, and would do wonders
when he came to be a man, and some of them
hoped he would be a great traveller, and stay long
in distant lands. When the tailor's son saw the
proud boy he danced in front of him, and made
faces, and provoked him sorely, until, at last, the
proud boy turned round and suddenly boxed the
ears of the tailor's son, and threw his hat into the
road. The tailor's son was surprised, and, without
waiting to pick up his hat, ran away, and sitting
down in the carpenter's yard, cried bitterly. After<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</SPAN></span>
a few minutes, the proud boy came to him and
returned him his hat, saying politely—</p>
<p>"There is no dust on it; you deserved to have
your ears boxed, but I am sorry I was so rude as
to throw your hat on to the road."</p>
<p>"I thought you were proud," said the tailor's
son, astonished; "I didn't think you'd say that—I
wouldn't."</p>
<p>"Perhaps you are not proud?"</p>
<p>"No, I am not."</p>
<p>"Ah, that makes a difference," said the proud
boy, still more politely. "When you are proud,
and have done a foolish thing, you make a point of
owning it."</p>
<p>"But it takes a lot of courage," said the tailor's
son.</p>
<p>"Oh, dear, no," answered the proud boy; "it only
takes a lot of cowardice not to;" and then turning
his eyes down again, he softly walked away.</p>
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