The Good-Natured Girls — Summary

Jane TaylorInspired

Two good little children, named Mary and Ann, Both happily live, as good girls always can; And though they are not either sullen or mute, They seldom or never are heard to dispute.

If one wants a thing that the other would like­ Well,­what do they do? Must they quarrel and strike? No, each is so willing to give up her own, That such disagreements are there never known.

If one of them happens to have something nice, Directly she offers her sister a slice; And never, like some greedy children, would try To eat in a corner with nobody by!

When papa or mamma has a job to be done; These good little children immediately run; Nor dispute whether this or the other should go, They would be ashamed to behave themselves so!

Whatever occurs, in their work or their play, They are willing to yield, and give up their own way: Then now let us try their example to mind, And always, like them, be obliging and kind.

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Jane Taylor gives us a snapshot of two young sisters, Mary and Ann, who live together without friction. The speaker clearly admires their sunny disposition—their way of offering a slice of something nice without being asked, their eagerness to help parents, and their reflex to yield instead of dig in their heels. There’s no hint of irony; the voice is warm and earnest, as if an affectionate grown-up is holding them up as models. The mood feels wholesome and slightly old-fashioned, like a nursery rhyme that expects children to listen and learn. Every stanza sets up a small domestic scene—a treat, a chore—and then shows a graceful solution, gently pushing the reader to follow their lead. It’s a simple, heartfelt celebration of being obliging and kind, and the poem’s steady rhythm makes the message feel both comforting and easy to remember.

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