I am an English girl. My name is Mary
Brown. When I was a little girl, I had a little sister. She was smaller
than I. And she was very naughty.
I want to tell you some stories about my naughty little sister. Here is the first story.
One day, when my little sister was four year old, some children came to our house. They all had fishing-nets.
"Mary, let's go fishing," they said to me.
"May I go fishing?" I asked my mother.
"Yes, you may," said my mother.
And she gave me a fishing-net, some bread and butter and a bottle of milk.
Then my naughty little sister said:
"I want to go! I want to go, too!"
"You may go, Nancy," said my mother to my little sister. "But you can't catch fish. You must not go into the water."
So she did not give my sister a
fishing-net. But my sister liked to pick up little stones, and my mother
gave her a little bag to put them in. Then she gave her some bread and
butter and a little bottle of milk and a big apple, too.
"Nancy must not go into the water. You must look after her," my mother said to me.
"All right, Mother," I said.
We went to the little river. Then my
friends and I took off our shoes and socks and went into the water to
fish with our fishing-nets. It was summer, and the water was warm.
"You must not go into the water," I said
to my sister. "Don't take off your shoes and socks. You can't fish. Pick
stones and put them into your bag."
We fished and fished, but we did not catch any fish. Then one boy said:
"Look, your sister is in the water."
We saw my naughty little sister in the water with her shoes and socks on.
"Get out of the water!" I said.
"No," said my naughty little sister.
I wanted to catch her, but she ran away
and fell down in the water. Her dress was wet, her hair was wet, and her
shoes and socks were wet, too.
We pulled her out of the water.
"She may catch cold," said the children.
"Go and sit in the sun!" they said to her.
We took off her wet things and put them all on the grass to dry. My sister began to cry.
We gave her some bread and butter, and she ate it all up. She ate up all her bread and butter and all my bread and butter. She drank her milk and my milk, too. Then she ate her apple.
When her dress and her shoes and socks were dry, she put them on and we went home.
"Your sister was in the water," said my mother.
"How did you guess, Mother," I said. "We dried all her things."
"Yes, you dried them, but you did not iron them."
At supper I did not get any cake. Mother said:
"Only bread and butter for you. You did not look after your sister very well."
So I got only bread and butter.
My sister went to bed, and my mother gave her some hot milk.
But do you know what my mother found in the little bag?
She found a fish! Yes, a little fish!
"Look!" said my mother. "Your little sister caught a fish with her little bag."