"Oh try!"
"How shall I try?"
"It begins there: now go on, it is easy. There" he repeated, pointing to the word, "go on," he added impatiently.
"Where shall I go?"
"Why read, Stupid! Look at it."
She bent over and gazed earnestly where the end of his finger touched the book. "I look and look," she said, shaking her head, "but I do not see the pretty stories that you do. They seem quite gone away, and nothing is left but little crooked marks."
"I do believe you can't read."
"I do believe it too," said Nellie.
"But you must try; such a big girl as you are getting to be!"
"I try and I look, but it don't come to me."