8. "Beg, Frisk, beg!" said Harry, and gave him, after long waiting, the
expected morsel. Frisk was satisfied, but Harry was not. The little boy,
though a good-humored fellow in the main, had turns of naughtiness, which
were apt to last him all day, and this promised to prove one of his worst.
It was a holiday, and in the afternoon his cousins, Jane and William, were
to come and see him and Annie; and the pears were to be gathered, and the
children were to have a treat.
9. Harry, in his impatience, thought the morning would never be over. He
played such pranks--buffeting Frisk, cutting the curls off of Annie's
doll, and finally breaking his grandmother's spectacles--that before his
visitors arrived, indeed, almost immediately after dinner, he contrived to
be sent to bed in disgrace.
10. Poor Harry! there he lay, rolling and kicking, while Jane, and
William, and Annie were busy about the fine, mellow Windsor pears. William
was up in the tree, gathering and shaking; Annie and Jane catching them in
their aprons, and picking them up from the ground; now piling them in
baskets, and now eating the nicest and ripest; while Frisk was barking
gayly among them, as if he were catching Windsor pears, too!
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