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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3first repelled the bear of his fancy with the bellows ; and then, pretending to be hotly pursued, climbed the bedpost with great speed, and sat on top, making triumphant faces at the baffled foe, who was supposed to be gnashing his teeth with rage under the bed. You see that Harry was a little given to boasting, like other boys of his age; but it is a bad trick, and always ends by making people laugh at you. I used to tell Harry a story of a boy I once knew, who went to live with some little cousins whom he had never seen. He was only four years old, but he spent the whole of the first day in strutting up and down the nursery, bragging of the great things he had done and could do. " Robbers " were his great boast. He was never afraid of them — even when they came by the dozen, all jack-boots, big black whiskers, and sharp knives. He never ran, not he! He stood his ground, and textit{they ran away from him as fast as their legs could carry them. Well, that night he was put to bed in a little room by himself. And by and by his Aunty downstairs heard a terrible howling and screaming going on, and running up, found this brave hero sitting up in bed, and crying as if his heart would break. "What is the matter, my dear child?" said Aunty. " There is a r-o-o-b-b-e-r under my bed," sobbed the little boy. " A robber, dear ? Nonsense ! There 's nothing there." " Yes, there is ! " persisted he. " I heard him; he's textit{chewing my India-rubbers." Harry thought this story very funny, and used to laugh a great deal at it; but it did n't cure him of his habit of boasting. So he too came to grief, as you will see. Harry thought he was going to be perfectly happy when he first saw the village where they were going to spend the summer. It stood on ahillside, and you could see off on all sides for mi...
