Sydney was a little boy who did not like to be washed. He disliked it as
much as the little dog in Story Lesson No. 4. When the time came for his
bath he screamed and kicked and made such a fuss that at last his mother
said he should remain dirty for a while, and see what would happen. So
Sydney had no bath when he went to bed at night, neither was he washed
in the morning. Of course no one wanted to kiss him, or play with him,
for he was not sweet and clean; he had to play all by himself in the
garden.
Presently a carriage drove up and stopped at the garden gate; then a
gentleman stepped out, walked up to the door, and rang the bell, which
was answered by Sydney's mother.
"I have called to take your little boy for a drive," said the gentleman,
"but I am in a great hurry; could you have him ready at once?"
Just then Sydney peeped in at the door. Oh! what a little blackamoor he
was, not fit for any one to see! His mother had to explain to the kind
gentleman how it was that he looked so dirty, and, as nothing but a bath
and a whole suit of clean clothes would make him fit to go, he had to be
left behind. Poor Sydney began to feel very sad and sorry now, and when
the carriage had driven away he ran up to his mother, hid his little
black face in her dress, and burst into tears. "Oh, mother," he cried,
"do make me a clean boy again; I will never be naughty any more when I
am washed." Sydney never forgot the lesson he had learnt that
(Blackboard)
Nobody likes Children to be Dirty.