"The minister walked straight up to the Ogress, who was standing
beside the soup-kettle, and held the looking-glass before her.
"When she saw her face in all its hideous ugliness, the shock was so
great, for she had always thought herself very handsome, that she gave
one shriek and fell down quite dead."
* * * * *
Letitia gave a sigh of relief, and uncle Jack yawned. "Well, Letitia,
that's all," said he, "only Toby married the real widow, Mrs.
Clover-leaf, the next day, and she made the soup to perfection, and he
had nothing to do all the rest of his life, but to sit in the doorway
beside the crazy loon, and knit stockings for his grandchildren."
"Thank you, uncle Jack," said Letitia gravely. Then she got her square
of patchwork off the table and sat down and finished sewing it over
and over.
THE PATCHWORK SCHOOL.
Once upon a time there was a city which possessed a very celebrated
institution for the reformation of unruly children. It was, strictly
speaking, a Reform School, but of a very peculiar kind.
It had been established years before by a benevolent lady, who had a
great deal of money, and wished to do good with it. After thinking a
long time, she had hit upon this plan of founding a school for the
improvement of children who tried their parents and all their friends
by their ill behavior.
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