'
'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.
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