"You shall," declared the lady in gray. "I have a pencil here in my bag. And here is a piece of paper. I will write it all out for you and you can study it from now until the day school opens. Then, when this Miss Pepperill demands it, you will have it pat—right on the end of your tongue."
"I hope so," said Tess, with dawning cheerfulness.
"'First William, the Norman,
Then William, his son;'
I believe I can learn to recite it all if you are kind enough to write it down."
The lady did so, writing the lines in a beautiful, round hand, and so plain that even Dot, who was a trifle "weak" in reading anything but print, could quite easily spell out the words.
"Weren't there any more names for kings when those lived?" the youngest Kenway asked seriously.
"Why, what makes you ask that?" asked the smiling lady.
"Maybe there weren't enough to go 'round," continued the puzzled Dot. "There are so many of 'em of one name——Williams, and Georges, and Edwardses. Don't English people have any more names to give to their sov-runs?"
"Sov-er-eigns," whispered Tess, sharply.
"That's what I mean," said the placid Dot. "The lady knows what I mean."