I tell you, Hugh, there is a good deal more in those little heads than most people think.

Yesterday morning, when Dollie sat in her high chair at the breakfast-table, she heard her aunt and me talking about the strike.
Though she could not understand it all, she knew there was trouble between me and my employes.

I was out of patience and used some sharp words.

She listened for a few minutes while busy with her bread and milk, and then what do you think she said ?" "I am sure I have no idea," replied O'Hara, patting the head of the laughing child, "but whatever it was, it was something nice." "She says, 'Brother Harvey, when I do anything wrong, you take me on your knee and talk to me and that makes me feel so bad that I never do that kind of wrong again.

Why don't you take those bad men on your knee and talk to them, so they won't do so again ?' I showed her that such an arrangement was hardly practicable, and then she fired her solid shot that pierced my ship between wind and water: 'Brother Harvey, maybe it's _you_ that has done wrong; why don't you sit down on their knees _and let them give you a talking to_?
Then you won't be bad any more." Hugh and Harvey broke into laughter, during which Dollie, who had become tired of sitting still full two minutes, slid off O'Hara's knee and ran out of the room.
"We smile at the odd conceits of the little ones," continued Harvey, "but you know that the truest wisdom has come from the mouths of babes.
I hushed her, but what she said set me thinking--'_Why don't you let them give you a good talking to_ ?' _That_ was the very thing you had asked and I had refused.