one ever got angry and scolded as they did in the Jenkins family.

Mrs. Morris was very particular about money matters. Whenever
the boys came to her for money to get such things as candy and ice
cream, expensive toys, and other things that boys often crave, she
asked them why they wanted them. If it was for some selfish
reason, she said, firmly: "No, my children; we are not rich people,
and we must save our money for your education. I cannot buy you
foolish things."

If they asked her for money for books or something to make their
pet animals more comfortable, or for their outdoor games, she
gave it to them willingly. Her ideas about the bringing up of
children I cannot explain as clearly as she can herself, so I will
give part of a conversation that she had with a lady who was
calling on her shortly after I came to Washington Street.

I happened to be in the house at the time. Indeed, I used to spend
the greater part of my time in the house. Jack one day looked at
me, and exclaimed: "Why does that dog stalk about, first after one
and then after another, looking at us with such solemn eyes?"

I wished that I could speak to tell him that I had so long been used
to seeing animals kicked about and trodden upon, that I could not
get used to the change. It seemed too good to be true. I could
scarcely believe that dumb animals had rights; but while it lasted,
and human beings were so kind to me, I wanted to be with them all
the time. Miss Laura understood. She drew my head up to her lap,
and put her face down to me: "You like to be with us, don't you,
Joe? Stay in the house as much as you like. Jack doesn't mind,