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began "Palgrave's Anglo-Saxons," Lily was seized with a sudden historical fever. She could hardly wait till one o'clock, before she settled herself at the school-room table with her work, and summoned every one, however occupied, to listen to the reading.

CHAPTER IV.

HONEST PHYL.

"Multiplication
Is a vexation."

It was a bright and beautiful afternoon in March, the song of the blackbird and thrush, and the loud chirp of the titmouse came merrily through the school-room window, mixed with the sounds of happy voices in the garden; the western sun shone brightly in, and tinged the white wainscoted wall with yellow light, the cat sat in the window seat, winking at the sun, and sleepily whisking her tail for the amusement of her kitten, which was darting to and fro, and patting her on the head, in the hope of rousing her to some more active sport.

But in the midst of all these joyous sights and sounds, was heard a dolorous voice repeating "three and four are-three and four are-oh dear! they are-seven, no, but I do not think it is a four after all, is it not a one? Oh dear!" And on the floor lay Phyllis, her back to the window, kicking her feet slowly up and down, and yawning and groaning over her slate.

Presently the door opened, and Claude looked in, and very nearly departed again instantly, for Phyllis at that moment made a horrible squeaking with her slate pencil, the sound above all others that he disliked. He, however, stopped, and asked where Emily was.

"Out in the garden," answered Phyllis, with a tremendous yawn.

"What are you doing here, looking so piteous ?" said Claude.

"My sum," said Phyllis.

"Is this your time of day for arithmetic ?" asked he. "No," said Phyllis, "only I had not done it by one o'clock to-day, and Lily said I must finish after learning my lessons for to-morrow, but I do not think I shall ever have done, it is so hard. Oh!” (another stretch and a yawn, verging on a howl,) "and Jane and Ada are sowing the flower seeds, Oh dear! Oh dear!" and Phyllis's face contracted in readiness to cry.

"And is that the best position for doing sums ?" said Claude.

"I was obliged to lie down here, to get out of the way of Ada's sum," said Phyllis, getting up. "Get out of the way of Ada's sum ?" repeated Claude.

"Yes, she left it on the table where I was sitting, where I could see it, and it is this very one, so I must not look at it; I wish I could do sums as fast as she can."

"Could you not have turned the other side of the slate upwards?" said Claude, smiling.

"So I could!" said Phyllis, as if a new light had broken in upon her. "But then I wanted to be out of sight of pussey, for I could not think a bit, while the kitten was at play so prettily, and I kicked my heels to keep from hearing the voices in the garden, for it does make me so unhappy!"

Some good-natured brothers would have told the little girl not to mind, and sent her out to enjoy herself, but Claude respected Phyllis's honesty too much to do so, and he said, "Well Phyl, let me see the sum, and we will try if we cannot conquer it between us."

Phyllis's face cleared up in an instant, as she brought the slate to her brother.

"What is this?" said he, "I do not understand." "Compound Addition," said Phyllis, "I did one with Emily yesterday, and this is the second."

"Oh! these are marks between the pounds, shillings, and pence," said Claude, "I took them for elevens; well, I do not wonder at your troubles, I could not do this sum as it is set."

"Could not you indeed ?" cried Phyllis, quite delighted.

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"No indeed," said Claude, suppose we set it again, more clearly; but how is this? When I was in the school-room, we always had a sponge fastened to the slate."

"Yes," said Phyllis, "I had one before Eleanor went, but my string broke, and I lost it, and Emily always forgets to give me another. I will run and wash the slate in the nursery; but how shall we know what the sum is ?"

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Why, I suppose I may look at Ada's slate, though you must not," said Claude, laughing to himself at poor little honest simplicity, as he applied himself to cut a new point to her very stumpy slate pencil, and she scampered away, and returned in a moment with her clean slate.

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'Oh, how nice and fresh it all looks!" said she as he set down the clear large figures, "I cannot think how you can do it so evenly."

"Now Phyl, do not let the pencil scream if you can help it."

Claude found that Phyllis's great difficulty was with the farthings. She could not understand the fractional figures, and only knew thus far, that 'Emily said it never meant four."

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Claude began explaining, but his first attempt was far too scientific. Phyllis gave a desponding sigh, looking so mystified, that he began to believe that she was hopelessly dull, and to repent of having offered to help her; but at last, by means of dividing a card into four pieces, he succeeded in making her comprehend him, and her eyes grew bright with the pleasure of understanding.

Even then, the difficulties were not conquered, her addition was very slow, and dividing by twelve and twenty seemed endless work; at length, the last figure of the pounds was set down, the slate was compared with Adeline's, and the sum pronounced to be right. Phyllis capered up to the kitten and tossed it up in the air in her joy, then coming slowly back to her brother, she said with a strange awkward air, hanging down her head, "Claude, I'll tell you what."

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