CHAPTER XI.
MISS FOLLY.
H, dear! how frightful this great big dunce looks upon my wall!" cried poor Lubin; "and how shall I ever get rid of it? It's always staring me in the face, and telling tales of me to every one that comes into the room! What shall I do with the ugly thing?"
"Cover it over, dear Lubin," said Nelly, who felt for her brother's distress.
"Does it not look hideous?" cried Lubin, looking round with a woe-begone face.
"It does look hideous indeed, and, if I were you, I would paper it over directly. No one could see it then."
"It's too high for me to reach," sighed Lubin.
"Yes, unless you were to use—" Nelly hesitated, for she knew Lubin's dislike to the ladder of Spelling.
"I know what you mean," said Lubin gloomily; "but I won't use that ladder just now. Perhaps—there's no saying—perhaps some day I may learn to spell without stumbling, and get rid of that hateful word dunce."