Judy isn't a good reader
and she can't spell AT ALL, but you can't stick her in arithmetic
as far as she went herself. I feel sure," concluded poor Sara, in
a hopeless tone, "that I'll NEVER be able to understand compound
multiplication."
"'Multiplication is vexation,
Division is as bad,
The rule of three perplexes me,
And fractions drive me mad,'"
quoted Dan.
"I haven't got as far as fractions yet," sighed Sara, "and I hope
I'll be too big to go to school before I do. I hate arithmetic,
but I am PASSIONATELY fond of geography."
"I will not play tit-tat-x on the fly leaves of my hymn book in
church," wrote Peter.
"Mercy, did you ever do such a thing?" exclaimed Felicity in
horror.
Peter nodded shamefacedly.
"Yes--that Sunday Mr. Bailey preached. He was so long-winded, I
got awful tired, and, anyway, he was talking about things I
couldn't understand, so I played tit-tat-x with one of the
Markdale boys. It was the day I was sitting up in the gallery."
"Well, I hope if you ever do the like again you won't do it in OUR
pew," said Felicity severely.
"I ain't going to do it at all," said Peter. "I felt sort of mean
all the rest of the day."
"I shall try not to be vexed when people interrupt me when I'm
telling stories," wrote the Story Girl.
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