Peter. I guess not. Let me see; where did you begin?
John. Here, at the top of the page; and I learned over three leaves, down to the end of the chapter.
Peter. Well, that’s all right.
John. Are you sure?
Peter. Certain, as can be.
John. Well, now! I am half glad and half sorry. Only think; there is poor George Gracie has been getting the wrong lesson. I came by his window, and there he was, fagging away; and, when we came to talk about it, we found we had been studying in different places. But he was so sure he was right that I thought I must be wrong.
Peter. I know it; I know all about it.
John. Why! did you tell him wrong?
Peter. No, no; I never tell a lie, you know. But yesterday, when the master gave out the lesson, George was helping little Timothy Dummy to do a sum; so he only listened with one ear, and the consequence was, he misunderstood what the master said; and then he began groaning about such a hard lesson, as we were going home; I laughing to myself all the time!
John. What! did you find out his blunder and not set him right?