I heard Miss Pinshon's
voice.
"Daisy, come here."
I obeyed, and came to the table, where my governess was
installed in the leather chair of my grandfather. She always
used it.
"I should like to know what you are doing."
"I was thinking —" I said.
"Did I give you thinking to do?"
"No, ma'am; not of that kind."
"What kind was it?"
"I was thinking, and remembering —"
"Pray, what were you remembering?"
"Things at home — and other things."
"Things and things," said Miss Pinshon. "That is not a very
elegant way of speaking. Let me hear how much you have
learned."
I began. About all of the "threes" was on my tongue; the rest
had got mixed up hopelessly with Molly Skelton and teaching
Bible reading. Miss Pinshon was not pleased.
"You must learn attention," she said. "I can do nothing with
you until you have succeeded in that. You _must_ attend. Now I
shall give you a motive for minding what you are about. Go and
sit down again and study this table till you know the threes
and the fours and the fives and the sixes, perfectly.
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