One fine summer’s morning, little Susan’s mother called her to come and have her breakfast. She took her porringer, and sat down on a green bank near the cottage door to eat the bread and milk she had that morning, and liked it very much, as she did not always have milk for breakfast. While Susan was eating her breakfast, she thought about a very pretty book, which had been given her the week before as a reward for her regular attendance at the Sunday School, during the last half year; for it had pleased God that she should enjoy good health, and Susan knew too well the value of what she learned at the Sunday school, ever to be absent when she could attend.