"Uncle John won't give one for YOU!" said Sam.
"Come, boys, I can't have this bickering," said Miss Fosbrook. "I
can't see you trying which can be most provoking. Stand up. Now,
David, say grace. There, Annie, finish that bit of bread out of
doors. Go out, and let us have no more of this."
She spoke now with much less fear of not being minded; and having
seen one of the quarrelsome parties safe out of the school-room, she
went to fetch from her own room a glove that wanted mending; and on
her return found Sam alone there, curled up over his lesson-books on
the locker, looking so gloomy, that she was afraid she had made him
sulky, for which she would have been very sorry, since she had a
respect for him.
"What is the matter?" she asked; and his "Nothing" did not at all
assure her that he was in a right mood. She doubted whether to leave
him alone; but presently thought he looked more unhappy than ill-
tempered, and ventured to speak. "Have you a hard piece to learn?
Perhaps I could help you."
He let her come and look at his book; but, to her surprise, he had
before him a very easy problem in Euclid.
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