"What is it? A little dialogue?" answered Granny. "Yes; it looks very nice."
"It's very difficult. So will you be the lady, and me the gentleman?"
"Yes, if you would like that. But as I am helping you, you must be very good, and read your very best."
"My very, very best."
There was a pause.
"Now begin, my darling; we are losing so much time," Granny remarked.
"Why, it's you to begin," Chris replied, with a touch of reproach at having been unjustly censured. "Don't you see? You are Sue!"
"Quite true, to be sure, so I am," the old lady said apologetically, then began gently and precisely:
"'She. Sir! sir! I am Sue. See me! see me! The cow has hit my leg! She has hit her leg out up to my leg, and she has hit it and I cry! Boo! boo!'"
To this announcement of woe, Chris replied, or rather chanted in a sing-song tone, and as loudly and rapidly as he could: