Percy's holidays

Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
Percy's Holidays.—Frontispiece.
CHAPTER
PERCY, Percy!
Oh, dear me! said a pale, thin little girl, all black hair and brown eyes, who was sitting on the door-step, studying with all her might. I shall miss, I know I shall, and then I shall get marked again!
Percy! Perseverance! called the voice again,—a somewhat high but very pleasant and kindly voice. Come here, my dear, I want to see you!
There now! Aunt Zoe will want me to do some errand or other, I know, and what will become of my lesson! said Percy, impatiently, closing her book, and rising. I am sure I wouldn't mind, only for missing!
She went slowly up-stairs to the room from whence the voice proceeded, and uttered a cry of delight, as she beheld Aunt Zoe holding up a large folio like a scrapbook, which she seemed to have just taken from the depths of a great chest she was rummaging.
Mother's book of drawings! Oh, how glad I am! I felt sure I never should see them again!
Well, you were worrying for nothing, you see, child, for here they are all safe and sound. I thought all the time they would turn up; and this morning I happened to think I had never taken the things out of this chest. So I went to work at it, and here is the book all right. What are you doing?
Learning my geography, aunt.
But I thought you learned that Saturday night.