Channing. "I am sure that there is
not a mother, really training her children to good, who will not bear
me out in the assertion. It is a pleasure that they would not be
without. Take it from them, and the most delightful occupation of their
lives is gone. And think of the reward! Were there no higher end to be
looked for, it would be found in the loving obedience of the children.
You talk of the trouble, Lady Augusta: those who would escape trouble
with their children should be careful how they train them."
"I think I'll begin at once with mine," exclaimed Lady Augusta,
brightening up.
A smile crossed Mrs. Channing's lips, as she slightly shook her head.
None knew better than she, that training, to bear its proper fruit,
must be begun with a child's earliest years.
Meanwhile, the proctor was holding a conference with Mr. Channing.
"Presents seem to be the order of the day," he was remarking, in
allusion to sundry pretty offerings which had been made to Constance.
"I think I may as well contribute my mite--"
"Why, you have done it! You gave her a bracelet, you know," cried Miss
Annabel. For which abrupt interruption she was forthwith consigned to a
distance; and ran away, to be teased by Tom and Gerald.
"I have something in my pocket which I wish to give to Arthur; which I
have been intending for some time to give him," resumed Mr. Galloway,
taking from his pocket what seemed to be a roll of parchment.
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