"Never mind, Johnny; just attend to your lesson."
"Mamma says it's wicked to tell lies," observed Ellen, virtuously, sucking her slate pencil.
Beatrice was enjoying herself hugely. She flashed a wicked glance at Forsyth as she said, "I'm so glad I came!"
"Go on with your work, Ellen. I want you to write that sentence five times without a mistake. Maria Indiana, bring me your primer. Begin here."
"Tan't. Baby's fordot."
"Oh, no, you haven't. We learned this yesterday, don't you remember? Now, then,—'I see,'—what's the rest of it?"
"I see a tat."
"Where?" asked Beatrice, lightly, and Maria Indiana gazed at her, sadly bewildered.
"Where is the cat?" she asked again. "I don't see any."
"Here, Baby," said Robert; "look at the picture."