Claude began explaining, but his first attempt was far too scientific. Phyllis gave a desponding sigh, looking so mystified, that he began to believe that she was hopelessly dull, and to repent of having offered to help her; but at last, by means of dividing a card into four pieces, he succeeded in making her comprehend him, and her eyes grew bright with the pleasure of understanding. Even then the difficulties were not conquered, her addition was very slow, and dividing by twelve and twenty seemed endless work; at length the last figure of the pounds was set down, the slate was compared with Adeline’s, and the sum pronounced to be right. Phyllis capered up to the kitten and tossed it up in the air in her joy, then coming slowly back to her brother, she said with a strange, awkward air, hanging down her head, ‘Claude, I’ll tell you what—’ ‘Well, what?’ said Claude. ‘I should like to kiss you.’ Then away she bounded, clattered down stairs, and flew across the lawn to tell every one she met that Claude had helped her to do her sum, and that it was quite right. ‘Did you expect that it would be too hard for him, Phyl?’ said Jane, laughing. ‘No,’ said Phyllis, ‘but he said he could not do it as it was set.’ ‘And whose fault was that?’ said Jane. ‘Oh! but he showed me how to set it better,’ said Phyllis, ‘and he said that when he learnt the beginning of fractions, he thought them as hard as I do.’ ‘Fractions!’ said Jane, ‘you do not fancy you have come to fractions yet! Fine work you will make of them when you do!’ In the evening, as soon as the children were gone to bed, Jane took a paper out of her work-basket, saying, ‘There, Emily, is my account of Phyl’s scrapes through this whole week; I told you I should write them all down.’ ‘How kind!’ muttered Claude. Regardless of her brother, who had not looked up from his book, Jane began reading her list of poor Phyllis’s misadventures. ‘On Monday she tore her frock by climbing a laurel-tree, to look at a blackbird’s nest.’ ‘I gave her leave,’ said Emily. ‘Rachel had ordered her not to climb; and she was crying because she could not see the nest that Wat Greenwood had found.’ ‘On Tuesday she cried over her French grammar, and tore a leaf out of the old spelling-book.’ ‘That was nearly out before,’ said Emily, ‘Maurice and Redgie spoilt that long ago.’ ‘I do not know of anything on Wednesday, but on Thursday she threw Ada down the steps out of the nursery.’ ‘Oh! that accounts for the dreadful screaming that I heard,’ said Claude; ‘I forgot to ask the meaning of it.’ ‘I am sure it was Phyl that was the most dismayed, and cried the loudest,’ said Lily. ‘That she always does,’ said Jane. ‘On Friday we had an uproar in the schoolroom about her hemming, and on Saturday she tumbled into a wet ditch, and tore her bonnet in the brambles; on Sunday, she twisted her ancles together at church.’