than keep
on, from
day to
day, doing
what I
thought
was wrong.
But, then,
my conduct
is so
inconsistent
with my
profession,
I don’t
wonder you
reprove
me.” “O,
now,
cousin,”
said
Augustine,
sitting
down on
the floor,
and laying
his head
back in
her lap,
“don’t
take on so
awfully
serious!
You know
what a
good-for-nothing,
saucy boy
I always
was. I
love to
poke you
up, –
that’s
all, –
just to
see you
get
earnest. I
do think
you are
desperately,
