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the stokesley secret-第12章

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; that some great praise or reward is due to them?

Let us see whether anyone in Stokesley school…room was making a conscience of the day's tasks。  It is not of much use to ask for any at present in Johnnienot for a whole week; as Annie would declare; he does not know his single Latin declension; his spelling; is all abroad; his geography wild; yet though turned back once; he misses the fine by just saying his lessons passably the last time。  They perhaps ought; in strict justice; to have been sent back; but Miss Fosbrook was very glad to be saved the uproar that would have ensued; and almost wondered whether she were not timidly merciful to the horrible copy and the greasy slate。  But Johnnie had no fine; and was as proud of it as if he had been a good boy。  〃She hadn't caught him out;〃 he said; as if his kind governess had been his enemy。

As to Annie; her French verbs were always dreadful things to hear; and the little merry face; usually so bright; used to grow quite deplorable with the trouble she took not to use her mind。  Using her memory was bad enough; but saying things by heart was an affliction she was used to; and it was very shocking of Miss Fosbrook to require her to find out HOW many years Richard II。 had reigned; if he began in 1377 and ended in 1399。  Susan prompted her; however; so she really got a triumph over Miss Fosbrook; and was quite saved from thinking。  Oh; but the teasing woman! she silenced Susan; and would have this poor injured Annie tell how old the tiresome man was。 〃Began to reign at eleven years old; dethroned after twenty…two years; how old was he?〃  Annie found bursting out crying easier than thinking; and then they all cried out; 〃O Nanny; the pig!〃 and Miss Fosbrook had the barbarity to call that FOOLISH crying!  What might one cry for; if not at being asked how old Richard II。 was?  If the fine must be paid; there was no use in stopping; so Annie howled till Miss Fosbrook turned her out to finish on the stairs; and as Nurse Freeman was out with the little ones; there was no one to comfort her; so she cried till she was tired; and when the noise ceased; Susan was allowed to come and coax her; and fetch her back to go on with her copy; as soon as her hand was steady enough。  She felt very foolish by this time; and thought David eyed her rather angrily and contemptuously; so she crept quietly to her corner; and felt sad and low…spirited all the rest of the morning。  Now that thirty…three had come into her head; it seemed so stupid not to have thought of it in time; and then she would have saved her farthing; and her eyes would not have been so hot。

Maybe; too; Susan's French phrases would not have been turned back。 Miss Fosbrook would have given a great deal not to have been obliged to do it; but she had prompted flagrantly already; and a teacher is obliged to have a conscience quite as much as a scholar; so the book was given back; and Susan spent twelve minutes in see…sawing herself; and going over the sentences in a rapid whispering gabble; a serious worry to the governess in listening to Bessie's practising and David's reading; but she thought it would be a hardship to be forbidden to learn in her own way at that moment; and forbore。  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 blundersand 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。〃

Susan's honest eyes fill with tears; but she gulps them back。  She will not cry away another farthing; but she does feel it very cross in Bessie; and she is universally miserable。

Christabel feels heated; wearied; and provoked; and as if she were fast losing her own temper; and that made her resolve on mercy。

〃Susie;〃 she said with an effort; 〃run twice to the great lime…tree and back。  Then take the book into my room; read this over three times; and we will try again。〃

Susan looked surprised; but she obeyed; came back; and repeated the phrases better than she had ever said French before。  She was absolutely surprised and highly pleased; and she finished off her other lessons swimmingly; but oh; she was glad to be rid of them! Yes; they were off her mind; and so she deserved that they should be! She flew away to the nursery; and little Sarah was soon crowing in her arms。

Elizabeth?  Not a blunder in French verbs or geographyvery tidy copy。  French reading good; English equally so; only it ended in a pout; because there was not time for her to go on to see what became of Carthage; and she was a most intolerable time in learning her poetry out of the book of Readings; or rather she much preferred reading the verses in other parts of the book to getting perfect in her lesson; and then being obliged to turn her mind to arithmetic。 Miss Fosbrook called her three times; and at last she turned round peevishly at being interrupted in the middle of the 〃Friar of Orders Gray;〃 and repeated her twenty lines of Cowper's 〃Winter's Walk〃 in a doleful whine; though without a blunder。

It was one of the horrible novelties that Miss Fosbrook was bringing in; that she expected people to understand their sums as well as work them。  She gave much shorter ones; to be sure; than Mamma; who did sometimes set a long multiplication sum of such a huge size; that it looked as if it were meant to keep the victim out of the way; but who would not prefer casting up any length of figures; to being required to explain the meaning of 〃carrying〃?

Really; if it had not been for the pig; that shocking question might have led to a mutiny in the school…room。  When it was bad enough to do the thing; how could anyone ask what was meant by the operation; and why it was performed?

What did Bessie do when her sum was being overlooked?  Miss Fosbrook read on:  〃4 from 8; 4; 7 from 1how's this; Bessie?  7 from 10 are… …〃

〃3; and 1 are 4;〃 dolorously; as her 3 was changed。

〃Now then; what next?〃

〃Carry one。〃

〃What did I tell you was meant by carry one?〃

〃The tens;〃 said Bessie; not in the least thinking 〃the tens〃 had anything to do with the matter; but only that she had heard something about them; and could thus get rid of the subject。

〃Now; Bessie; what tens can you possibly mean?  Think a little。〃

〃I'm sure you said tens once;〃 said injured innocence。

〃That was in an addition sum。  See; here it is quite different。  I told you。〃

Bessie put on a vacant stare。  She was not going to attend to what she did not like。

Miss Fosbrook saw the face。  She absolutely shrank from provoking another fit of crying; and went quickly through the explanation。  She saw that her words might as well have been spoken to the slate。 Bessie neither listened nor took them in。  Not all her love for her dear Christabel Angela could stir her up to make one effort contrary to her inclinations。  The slate was given back to her; she wiped out the sum in a pet; and ran away。

Miss Fosbrook turned round; David; whose lessons had been perfectly repeated an hour ago; was sitting cross…legged in the window; with his slate and pencil; and a basket of bricks; his great delight; which he was placing in rows。

〃Miss Fosbrook;〃 said he; 〃isn't this it?  Twelve bricks; take away those seven; thenl; 2; 3; 4; 5the twelve is only 5:  the 10 is 
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