When she sees a hole in her stockings, or in her frock, or any of her clothes, she mends it, or asks her mother to have it mended; she does not wait till the hole is very large; for she remembers what her mother has told her, that "A stitch in time saves nine."

Original

She does not like to waste any thing. She is unwilling to throw away or burn crumbs of bread, or peelings of fruit, or little bits of muslin, linen, or silk; for she has seen the chickens and the little birds picking up crumbs, and the pigs feeding upon the peelings of fruit; and she has seen the ragman go about gathering rags, which he sells to people to make paper of.

Original

She is so dutiful and industrious, that her parents often take her with them to ride.

When she goes with her mother, into the kitchen, and the dairy, she takes notice of every thing she sees; but she does not meddle with any thing, without leave. She knows how puddings, tarts, butter, and bread, are made.

Original

She can iron her own clothes; and she can make her own bed. She likes to feed the chickens, and the young turkeys, and to give them clean water to drink, and to wash themselves in; she likes to work in her little garden, to weed it, and to sow seeds, and plant roots in it: and she likes to do little jobs for her mother: she likes to be employed, and she likes to be useful.

If all little girls would be so attentive and industrious, how they would delight their parents and their kind friends! and they would be much happier themselves, than when they are obstinate, or idle, or ill humoured, and will not learn any thing properly, nor mind what is said to them.

Original

PLEASURES OF WALKING IN THE FIELDS

I'll go to the field a for some flowers,

The fields are so lively and gay,

How sweet they are after the showers!

I could play in them all the long day.

Don't run from me, dear pretty lambs,

I never will hurt you, indeed;

You may play by the side of your dams

Or frisk it about in the mead.

Perhaps the sweet cowslip is here,

That hangs down its pale yellow

head,

The cuckoo-flower lovely and fair,

And the daisy encircled with red.

In the wood I shall find the blue