I shall have to write up in the nursery the verse that used to come in the boxes of toys , `` The children of Holland take pleasure in making , What the children of Boston take pleasure in breaking . '' `` Only I shall put Plumfield instead of Boston . '' `` We never will again , truly , truly ! '' cried the repentant little sinners , much abashed at this reproof . `` Demi told us to , '' said Rob . `` Well , I heard Uncle tell about the Greece people , who had altars and things , and so I wanted to be like them , only I had n't any live creatures to sackerryfice , so we burnt up our toys . '' `` Dear me , that is something like the bean story , '' said Aunt Jo , laughing again . `` Tell about it , '' suggested Daisy , to change the subject . `` Once there was a poor woman who had three or four little children , and she used to lock them up in her room when she went out to work , to keep them safe . On day when she was going away she said , ` Now , my dears , do n't let baby fall out of window , do n't play with the matches , and do n't put beans up your noses . ' Now the children had never dreamed of doing that last thing , but she put it into their heads , and the minute she was gone , they ran and stuffed their naughty little noses full of beans , just to see how it felt , and she found them all crying when she came home . '' `` Did it hurt ? '' asked Rob , with such intense interest that his mother hastily added a warning sequel , lest a new edition of the bean story should appear in her own family . `` Very much , as I know , for when my mother told me this story , I was so silly that I went and tried it myself . I had no beans , so I took some little pebbles , and poked several into my nose . I did not like it at all , and wanted to take them out again very soon , but one would not come , and I was so ashamed to tell what a goose I been that I went for hours with the stone hurting me very much . At last the pain got so bad I had to tell , and when my mother could not get it out the doctor came . Then I was put in a chair and held tight , Rob , while he used his ugly little pincers till the stone hopped out . Dear me ! how my wretched little nose did ache , and how people laughed at me ! ''
and Mrs. XXXXX shook her head in a dismal way , as if the memory of her sufferings was too much for her .
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