"'He. Why, Sue, how is it? Why do you cry so? You are not to cry, Sue. It is bad to cry. Put the cry out and let me see you gay.'"
"Not so fast," Granny here remarked mildly; "not so fast, and not so loud."
"I want to finish it," he explained. "I want to get my lessons done very quickly."
"Ah! but they must be done properly. You see that, my darling, don't you?" she said. Then continued:
"'She. I am to cry, and to cry all the day. I am so bad and so ill, and my leg is hit, and it is too bad of the cow to hit my leg.'"
"'He. Did she hit you on the toe?'"
"'She. No. She hit me by the hip, and it is a bad hip now, and she is a bad, old, big cow, and she is not to eat rye or hay; no, not a bit of it all the day.'"
"'He. Not eat all the day! not eat rye, not eat hay!'"
At this point, Granny stroked Chris's head and said commendingly:
"You are reading very well now, very well indeed. You have made great progress since I last heard you."