Poor Harry! He could hear all this glee and merriment through the open
window as he lay in bed. The storm of passion having subsided, there he
lay weeping and disconsolate, a grievous sob bursting forth every now and
then, as he heard the loud peals of childish laughter, and as he thought
how he should have laughed, and how happy he should have been, had he not
forfeited all this pleasure by his own bad conduct.
12. He wondered if Annie would not be so good-natured as to bring him a
pear. All on a sudden, he heard a little foot on the stair, pitapat, and
he thought she was coming. Pitapat came the foot, nearer and nearer, and
at last a small head peeped, half afraid, through the half-open door.
13. But it was not Annie's head; it was Frisk's--poor Frisk, whom Harry
had been teasing and tormenting all the morning, and who came into the
room wagging his tail, with a great pear in his mouth; and, jumping upon
the bed, He laid it in the little boy's hand.
14. Is not Frisk a fine, grateful fellow? and does he not deserve a share
of Harry's breakfast, whether he begs for it or not? And little Harry will
remember from the events of this day that kindness, even though shown to a
dog, will always be rewarded; and that ill nature and bad temper are
connected with nothing but pain and disgrace.
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