Inge

Her name was Inge; she was a poor child, but proud and presuming, and with a bad and cruel disposition.

Inge was taken to the house of some rich people, who lived at a distance, and who treated her as their own child, and dressed her so fine that her pride and arrogance increased.

You ought to go, for once, and see your parents, Inge.

Inge was a sinful girl, who did not value the gifts of God, but trampled them under her feet.

She wept and prayed for poor Inge.

I run faster than Inge.

Inge got worse rather than better as she grew older; but she was very pretty.

Inge was sent into service in the country with some rich people. They treated her as if she had been their own child, and dressed her in the same style. She grew prettier and prettier, but her pride grew, too.

You ought to go home to see your parents, little Inge!

When she got to the town gates, and saw the young men and maids gossiping round the pond, and her mother sitting among them with a bundle of sticks she had picked up in the woods, Inge turned away. She was ashamed that one so fine as herself should have such a ragged old woman, who picked up sticks, for her mother.