‘No,’ said Phyllis, ‘only I had not done it by one o’clock to-day, and Lily said I must finish after learning my lessons for to-morrow, but I do not think I shall ever have done, it is so hard. Oh!’ (another stretch and a yawn, verging on a howl), ‘and Jane and Ada are sowing the flower-seeds. Oh dear! Oh dear!’ and Phyllis’s face contracted, in readiness to cry. ‘And is that the best position for doing sums?’ said Claude. ‘I was obliged to lie down here to get out of the way of Ada’s sum,’ said Phyllis, getting up. ‘Get out of the way of Ada’s sum?’ repeated Claude. ‘Yes, she left it on the table where I was sitting, where I could see it, and it is this very one, so I must not look at it; I wish I could do sums as fast as she can.’ ‘Could you not have turned the other side of the slate upwards?’ said Claude, smiling. ‘So I could!’ said Phyllis, as if a new light had broken in upon her. ‘But then I wanted to be out of sight of pussy, for I could not think a bit, while the kitten was at play so prettily, and I kicked my heels to keep from hearing the voices in the garden, for it does make me so unhappy!’ Some good-natured brothers would have told the little girl not to mind, and sent her out to enjoy herself, but Claude respected Phyllis’s honesty too much to do so, and he said, ‘Well, Phyl, let me see the sum, and we will try if we cannot conquer it between us.’ Phyllis’s face cleared up in an instant, as she brought the slate to her brother. ‘What is this?’ said he; ‘I do not understand.’ ‘Compound Addition,’ said Phyllis, ‘I did one with Emily yesterday, and this is the second.’ ‘Oh! these are marks between the pounds, shillings, and pence,’ said Claude, ‘I took them for elevens; well, I do not wonder at your troubles, I could not do this sum as it is set.’ ‘Could not you, indeed?’ cried Phyllis, quite delighted. ‘No, indeed,’ said Claude. ‘Suppose we set it again, more clearly; but how is this? When I was in the schoolroom we always had a sponge fastened to the slate.’ ‘Yes,’ said Phyllis, ‘I had one before Eleanor went, but my string broke, and I lost it, and Emily always forgets to give me another. I will run and wash the slate in the nursery; but how shall we know what the sum is?’ ‘Why, I suppose I may look at Ada’s slate, though you must not,’ said Claude, laughing to himself at poor little honest simplicity, as he applied himself to cut a new point to her very stumpy slate-pencil, and she scampered away, and returned in a moment with her clean slate. ‘Oh, how nice and fresh it all looks!’ said she as he set down the clear large figures. ‘I cannot think how you can do it so evenly.’ ‘Now, Phyl, do not let the pencil scream if you can help it.’ Claude found that Phyllis’s great difficulty was with the farthings. She could not understand the fractional figures, and only knew thus far, that ‘Emily said it never meant four.’