"Perhaps they are, but I am not sure. They have been free from the temptations to which many others are exposed, because I have just lived in my nursery and kept the peace there. And their father enters into all my plans for them, and is not only kind--he is positively, and on principle, _courteous_ to them." "Yes, I see that. And you do not know what a mercy this is. Some men, even good men, as the saying goes, seem to think an imperious, harsh tone to their children, perfectly becoming. I can recall some scenes of discord that it makes me sick to think of. I saw a hand-to-hand fight once, between a father and a boy of fourteen. The latter had got irritable over his Greek; his father, a naturally impatient man, reproved him for it, in a sharp way, and at an unfortunate moment; (it is such a mistake to find fault at an untimely season) and the boy answered back. This called forth a severe reprimand; then came an impertinent reply; then an attempt to box on the boy's ears, which, being nearly as tall and strong as his father, the fellow resisted; then followed a scene which I am afraid is witnessed too often in that spot which ought to be a Paradise, but which ungoverned passion can turn into a hell." Belle listened in painful silence. At last she said: "If my husband were that sort of man; if he so tampered with one of my boys--I should drop dead on the spot. Oh, mamma! do you really think such scenes occur in decent homes?--in homes where children are beloved?" "Here you come to head-quarters. A happy home is one where first of all God is loved. Secondly, and as a sequence, where father and mother and children love each other." "But all parents and children love each other," said Laura, who had just joined them. "Yes, but there is love and love. Family affection is an instinct; even animals have it. But the sort of love to which I refer is of a higher sort. For instance, you are my child, less than two years of age, say. I caress and pet you. I supply all your wants, we get on admirably together, till some day you refuse to obey a direction I have given you. Now I may know, well enough, that I ought to oblige you to obey me, but I am weak and irresolute and selfish; I say to myself, I love my child too well to punish it; but do I speak the truth?" "No, you deceive yourself," said Belle. "Well, here is another method. Suppose I suddenly take you by the shoulders and give you a good shaking, or an angry blow?" "The case is not supposable," said Laura, who could not be serious half an hour at a time. "Don't, please, make a jest out of everything," said Belle; "I have got mamma agoing and I want to hear her talk." "Then let me call Hatty if we are to have a treatise on education," said Laura, who rushed off and brought back her young sister-in-law with great zeal. "Go on, mamma," said Belle. "We are talking about the way to deal with such little folks as yours, Hatty."