"Six," reiterated Nettie, "Teacher says so!"
"That's three multiplied by two; I said three plus—"
"Well, it's six at our school," declared Nettie doggedly, her eyes half filled with tears.
"To think you are any relation to Laura! Why, she's as bright—"
"She's big, and awful old, and not half as nice as Nettie!" cried Claude.
"Indeed, no wonder you stand up for her! You don't even know the alphabet!"
"Yes, I do!"
"Well, see here!" Ivy picked up his primer.
"I don't want to study—it's vacation!" said Claude, drawing back.
"He may injure his brain by overstudy; such a precocious scholar!"