Louisa. Yes, papa, we made great haste, that we might be ready for you when you came in. Are we to read to-night, or will you be so kind as to talk to us?
Mr. B. Suppose you talk to me a little, Louisa. Tell me what you have been reading with your mother to-day.
Louisa. Emily would tell you best, papa; but if you wish to hear me, I will give you as good an account as I can.
Mr. B. To do your best, is all that can be expected of you, my dear. Remember to speak very distinctly.
Louisa. We began the Roman history, and read as far as the deaths of Romulus. Nobody saw him die, and so—
Mr. B. Stop, stop—not so fast, recollect, you have not yet told me who Romulus was.
Louisa. Oh! I thought you knew that, papa; he was the first king of Rome, and he built the city, and—
Mr. B. Begin again, my dear Louisa. Do not be in such a hurry; give me a clear account of Romulus, from his birth to his death.
Louisa. Oh dear, papa, I do not think I can do that.
Mrs. B. Try, however, my dear, as your father wishes it. Emily will help you out, if you find yourself at a loss.