"So that is it," said the aunt. "How was I to know that all of a sudden we must have six knives and forks when we have always needed but five. I suppose we must get an extra spoon, too. Why couldn't you have said something?" she went on, turning to Wiseli. "You must know that one has to have a spoon to eat with." Wiseli timidly answered, "It didn't matter, because I am not hungry." "But why not?" snapped the aunt. "Are you used to something better? I haven't any notion of making a change on your account." "I think you had better let the child alone," interrupted the husband. "I don't want you to frighten her. She will get along well enough after a while." Wiseli sat quietly while the rest finished their meal. Then the father said that Speck, the goat, was ailing at the barn, so he would go back. He put on his fur cap, took the lantern, and went out. Wiseli watched her aunt brush the potato peelings from the table into the empty milk pan with her hands; then she wiped the table, after which the other things were soon washed and put away. When all was finished she said, "Now you have seen how I do up the supper work, Wiseli; you can do it hereafter." When they came into the living room, Chappi was seated at the table with his number book and pencil, as if he intended writing his sums on the table; he now began to stare at Wiseli. She had picked up the stocking on the bench by the stove, but had not dared to go near the light on the table. "You ought to be working examples yourself," he said to Wiseli; "you aren't the smartest one in school by any means." Wiseli did not know what to say. She had not been in school that day, and did not know what examples had been given out. In fact, she seemed to be out of harmony with everything. "If I have to do sums, you have to," continued Chappi. Wiseli said nothing, and did not stir. "All right," said Chappi, "I'll not do one single example more," and he threw down his pencil. "Goody!" exclaimed Hans; "then I don't need to either," and he put his multiplication table back in his book sack. Study was the most unpleasant thing he ever had to do. "I shall tell the teacher who is to blame for all this laziness," said Chappi, threateningly; "you will find out what he will do to you." This might have been carried on indefinitely had not the father returned from the barn. He brought two large mill sacks and asked Chappi to take his things from the table; then he spread out the sacks, folded them neatly, and laid them on the bench behind the stove. "There," he said, "that is all right. Where is your bundle, little one?" Wiseli brought it from the corner, where she had put it, and was surprised to see her uncle place it at one end of the sacks and press it flat with his hands.