Charles. I was only watching Jerry, for fear he would weed up my young balsams.
Mother. I fancy Jerry knows what he is about.
Charles. Well; I will study now.
Mother. Do you generally whistle when you study, Charles?
Charles. Was I whistling?
Mother. Yes, and with your eyes fixed on my canary bird.
Charles. Well, mother, I can’t help it. This is the hardest and stupidest lesson that ever was.
Mother. And yet you told me your cousin Richard learned it, yesterday, in twenty minutes.
Charles. Then it is I that am stupid, I suppose.
Mother. I rather think not. I believe your memory is as good as Richard’s.