Which do you?"
Roy did not answer for a minute, then he hung his head.
"I'm afraid I like myself best."
"If you give me more details, perhaps I can advise you."
"Well, granny, may I talk first to Dudley about it, and then I'll tell
you. But you see it's like this--the person wants to please you, and you
can't pretend to be pleased if he does what doesn't please you!"
"I think the best plan would be to leave yourself out of the question
entirely, and only think of the other person; that would be the most
unselfish way."
Roy knitted his brows and heaved a heavy sigh.
"Am I a very selfish person, granny?"
"You are much more selfish than Dudley is," said Mrs. Bertram,
decidedly, who never minced matters with her grandsons.
Roy flushed a deep crimson, and his grandmother added,
"I do not say that you are altogether to blame, for Dudley has always
given way to you and spoiled you; but you do not very often think of his
wishes before your own."
"No, I never do."
Roy's tone was of the deepest dejection; but the sudden entrance of
Dudley gave a turn to the conversation, and he gradually recovered his
spirits.
When the two boys were at their tea half an hour later, Roy spread the
whole matter before Dudley who looked at it in quite a different light.
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