Over the Porridge
THEY sat down to eat their porridge. The naughty little girl turned her back upon her sister, and put a large spoonful into her mouth. “Oh oh oh! “ she cried, “I have burnt my tongue. “ “Eat it slowly, “ said the good little sister. She took up her porridge carefully, and after blowing it very gently, and waiting for a minute or two while it cooled, ate it, and found it very nice. “I shall not eat mine until it is quite cold, “ said Totsey, getting cross. “Then it will be nasty, “ said the good little sister, still going on with her own porridge. “Oh, dear, “ said Totsey, “if I eat it too hot it burns me, and if I eat it too cold it‘s nasty. What shall I do? “Take it as I do mine, “ said the good little sister. “It is the right way. “ “There are two wrong ways and only one right way; it isn‘t fair, “ sighed the naughty little girl. “And, oh! my porridge is so nasty. “ Then she asked, “Did you ever eat your porridge too hot and burn your tongue? “ “No, “ answered the good little sister; “I never ate my porridge too hot and burnt my tongue. “ “Did you ever eat your porridge when it was quite cold and very nasty? “ “No, “ answered the good little sister again; “I never ate my porridge when it was quite cold and very nasty. “ “Well, I have, “ said Totsey ; “ and so I know about two things that you do not know about. “ And the naughty little sister got up and walked away, and the good little sister sat still and thought about many things.
