"He behaved outrageously! If I had a child, and he were to act as Earnest did this morning, I'd teach him a lesson that he would not forget in a year." "No doubt your children will be under very good government, Martha," said Mrs. Fleetwood, a little sarcastically. "If they are not under better government than yours, I'll send them all to the House of Refuge," retorted Miss Martha. The colour on Mrs. Fleetwood's cheeks grew warmer at this remark, but she thought it best not to reply in a manner likely to provoke a further insulting retort, and merely said-- "If ever you come to have children of your own, sister, you will be able to understand, better than you now do, a mother's trials, doubts, and difficulties. At present, you think you know a great deal about managing children, but you know nothing." "I know," replied Martha, "that I could manage my own children a great deal better than you manage yours." "If such should prove to be the case, no one will be more rejoiced at the result than I. But I look, rather, to see your children, if you should ever become a mother, worse governed than most people's." "You do?" "Yes, I do." "And why, pray?" "Because my own observation tells me, that those persons who are most inclined to see defects in family government, and to find fault with other people's management of their children, are apt to have the most unruly young scape-graces in their houses to be found anywhere." "That's all nonsense. The fact that a person observes and reflects ought to make that person better qualified to act." "Right observation and reflection, no doubt, will. But right observation and reflection in regard to children will make any one modest and fearful on the subject of their right government, rather than bold and boastful. Those who, like you, think themselves so well qualified to manage children, usually make the worst managers." "It's all very well for you to talk in that way," said Martha, tossing her head. "But, if I ever have children of my own, I'll show you whether I have the worst young scape-graces to be found anywhere." A low, fretful cry, or rather whine, had been heard from a child near the door of the room, for some time. It was one of those annoying, irritating cries, that proceed more from a fretful state of mind than from any adequate external exciting cause. Martha paused a moment, and then added-- "Do you think I would suffer a child to cry about the house half of its time, as Ellen does? No, indeed. I'd soon settle that." "How would you do it?" "I'd make her stop crying." "Suppose you couldn't?" "Couldn't! That's not the way for a mother to talk." "Excuse me, Martha," said Mrs. Fleetwood, rising. "I would rather not hear such remarks from you, and now repeat what I have before said, more than once, that I wish you to leave me free to do what I think right in my own family; as I undoubtedly will leave you free, if ever you should have one."