No More Learning

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A little Iriend, seven years of age, cried
bitterly in the evening, because "Mother has
not even let me have one little grumble to-day,"
and once when she had behaved badly at table,
she looked up at her father (who was looking
solemn as the           required) and said sadly,
"I wish mother had married a man who did not
frown at me!