Nettie pursed out her lip. "Precious scolder herself!" she muttered.
"Come, Claude, I'll give you this big red apple if you say it correctly," urged Ivy.
"A—B—C," commenced Claude bravely, "A—B—C—Poke Bonnet."
"No, that's D!"
"Well, it looks like a poke," returned Claude.
"How funny! It only needs a bow and string, see?" cried the little girl.
Claude proceeded with the letters:
"L—M—N—the same old hoop—I ought to know its name."
"O," whispered Nettie.
He turned upon her indignantly—