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'We're grinding egg-shells, papa!' cried Tom

'How DARE you make such a mess, you little devils? Don't you see what confounded work you're et) 'Miss Grey, did you knohat they were doing?'

'Yes, sir'

'You knew it?'

'Yes'

'You knew it! and you actually sat there and pero on without a word of reproof!'

'I didn't think they were doing any harm'

'Any harm! Why, look there! Just look at that carpet, and see-- was there ever anything like it in a Christian house before? No wonder your roosty--no wonder your pupils are worse than a litter of pigs!--no wonder--oh! I declare, it putsthe door after hih

'It putsup; and, seizing the poker, I dashed it repeatedly into the cinders, and stirred thethe fire

After this, Mr Bloo in to see if the schoolroom was in order; and, as the children were continually littering the floor with fragments of toys, sticks, stones, stubble, leaves, and other rubbish, which I could not prevent their bringing, or oblige theather up, and which the servants refused to 'clean after them,' I had to spend a considerable portion of my valuable leisurethings to order Once I told them that they should not taste their supper till they had picked up everything froht have hers when she had taken up a certain quantity, Mary Ann when she had gathered twice as many, and Toirls did their part; but Tom was in such a fury that he flew upon the table, scattered the bread and milk about the floor, struck his sisters, kicked the coals out of the coal-pan, attempted to overthrow the table and chairs, and seelas-larder of the whole contents of the roo Mary Ann to call her mamma, held him, in spite of kicks, blows, yells, and execrations, till Mrs Bloomfield made her appearance

'What is the matter with my boy?' said she

And when the matter was explained to her, all she did was to send for the nursery- Master Bloomfield his supper