Charles. Oh, mother! he always learns his lessons quicker than I do.
Mother. And does that prove that his memory is better?
Charles. To be sure it does.
Mother. When you are at play, does he remember things better than you do?
Charles. Why, no, I believe not.
Mother. Did not you tell us as much about the lecture the other night, when you came home, as he did?
Charles. Yes, and more too; father said I did.
Mother. That required memory certainly. I do not think you have any right to lay blame on any natural defect.
Charles. Oh, I did not mean to say that; but all I know is that Richard gets his lessons quicker than I do; and what can the reason be? He is not three weeks older than I am, and don’t seem a bit cleverer than I am about other things.
Mother. Did you ever happen to sit near him, when he was studying?