David
was interrupted in his "Little Arthur's History," and looked rather
cross about it, for Susan to try again. She made all the same
blunders--and more too! Back again! Poor Susie! Once, twice,
thrice, has she read those stupid words over, and knows less of them
than before. Davy's loud voice will go into her understanding
instead of those French phrases. She looks up in dull stupefaction.
William Rufus is disposed of, and David, as grave as a judge, is
taking up his slate, looking a little fussed because there is a
scratch in the corner. "Well, Susan," says Miss Fosbrook.
Susan jumps up in desperation, and puts her hands behind her. Oh
dear! oh dear! all that the gentlemen on a journey were saying to one
another has gone clean out of her head!
She cannot recollect the three first words. She only remembers that
this is the third time, and another farthing is gone! She stands and
stares.
"Susan," says Miss Fosbrook severely, "you never tried to learn
this."
Susan gives a little gasp; and Elizabeth, who has said her French
without a blunder, puts in an unnecessary and not very sisterly word:
"Susan never will learn her French.
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