roline, when I think of to-morrow morning, and yet I am much happier than I was when we were at home. I cried, I cannot now tell for what, all day; I never wiſhed to be good—nobody told me what it was to be good. I wiſh to be a woman, ſaid Mary, and to be like Mrs. Maſon, or Mrs. Trueman—we are to go to ſee her if we behave well.
Sleep ſoon overpowered them, and they forgot their apprehenſions. In the morning they awoke refreſhed, and took care to learn their leſſons, and feed their chickens, before Mrs. Maſon left her chamber.
CHAP. VII.
Virtue the Soul of Beauty.—The Tulip and the Roſe.—The Nightingale.—External Ornaments.—Characters.
THE next morning Mrs. Maſon met them firſt in the garden; and ſhe deſired Caroline to look at a bed of tulips,
