“Oh, yes, Georgie,” said Agnes, now coming to the aid of Miss Harper. “Say your lesson.”
“A’n’t a-going to.” His lips stuck out farther, and his brow came lower over his eyes.
“Come, Georgie, do say your lesson,” urged Agnes.
“A’n’t a-going to.” The resolute will of the child had no other expression.
“I’ll tell mother,” said Agnes.
“Don’t care! Tell her! You wouldn’t say your lesson.”
“Oh, yes, Georgie, Agnes did say her lesson like a good girl; and so did Madeline.” Miss Harper showed not the least excitement. Her voice was calm and her manner even. “Now say yours.”
“A’n’t a-going to.” The persistent little rebel had no idea of capitulation.
“I knew a little boy once——”
There was such a pleasant, story-telling tone in the voice of Miss Harper that George was betrayed into looking up into her face, when she fixed his eye as she had, not long before, fixed the eye of his self-willed sister.