"That will do. Go on with your sum."
"You interrup' me, and now I can't think at all—not to do sums nor nothing."
Dreamikins spoke in an injured tone. She put down her slate-pencil.
"Sit still for five minutes to clear your brain of all those exciting stories, and then begin your sum. If Er is an angel, Dreamikins, he wouldn't help you to be idle in school-time."
"No; and he doesn't," said Dreamikins quickly. "I were just going to tell you he said to me, 'You must not ask me to finish my story in sum-time.'"
She gave a triumphant look at Freda and Daffy as she spoke.
Miss Fletcher laid her watch on the table.
"I will tell you when the five minutes are up."
Dreamikins kicked her legs against her chair. Then she put her head on one side and smiled coaxingly at her governess.
"Fibo says you're a M.R.P., dear Miss Fletcher. Wouldn't you like to know what that means?"