"Not of your own country?"
"No, ma'am."
"And no ancient history?"
"No, ma'am."
"You know nothing of the division of the nations, of course?"
I answered, nothing. I had no idea what she meant; except that England, and America, and France, were different, and of course divided. Of Peleg the son of Eber and the brother of Joktan, I then knew nothing.
"And arithmetic is something you do not understand," pursued Miss Pinshon. "Come here, and let me see how you can write."
With trembling, stiff little fingers—I feel them yet—I wrote some lines under my governess's eye.
"Very unformed," was her comment. "And now, Daisy, you may sit down there in the window and study the multiplication table. See how much of it you can get this morning."