Bertie, Tom, and baby were playing together,—not in the pleasantest way, though; for baby could not always understand when his turn came, and when it didn't, or why it couldn't be his turn all the time. So he took turns when he ought not to, and became cross if anyone tried to prevent him.
Bert was not the most patient boy in the world; and, boy-like, he began to think baby a little tyrant, which he was, without meaning to be, and to rebel against his frequent interference.
"Mamma," shouted he, "come and make the baby play fair." And then, when mamma arrived on the scene, he added more thoughtfully, "I don't see why God couldn't have made a good baby, instead of a cross one."
