Two Faces.

I KNOW a little girl who has two faces.

When she is dressed up in her white dress

and blue sash, and has on her blue-kid shoes,

and around her neck a string of pearl beads,

then she looks so sweet and good that you

would like to kiss her. For she expects

that the ladies who call on her mother will

say, "What a little darling!" or " What

lovely curls!" or, "What a sweet mouth!"

and then kiss her, and perhaps give her

some sugar-plums.

And the ladies who praise her think she

is very lady-like too; for she always says,

"Yes, ma'am," and, "No, ma'am," when she

ought; and says, "Thank you," so sweetly

when anything is given to her.

But when she is alone with her mother,

then she is sometimes very naughty. If she

cannot have what she would like, or cannot

do just as she wishes, then she will pout,

and cry, and scream; and no one would ever

think of kissing her; and no one would think

her to be the same little girl who behaves so

prettily in company.

So, you see, this little girl has two faces.

One she uses in company, and puts on with

her best dress; the other she wears -when

she is alone -with her mother.

I know another little girl who has only

one face, and that is always as sweet as a

peach, and never so sweet as when alone

with mamma.

Which little girl do you like best? The

one with two faces, or the one who has but

one? And which will you be like?


The Nursery.