Rather Uppish. 75

now let us count the other; and
then we'll do yours.’

So appeased, the fractious little
pupil condescended to repeat after
his sister; only, every time he came
to the thumb, he always said, ‘ Five
is a fum ; he not a finger at all.’

Before the lesson was finished,
however, both the children heard
their father come into the kitchen,
and, looking up, May saw him stand-
ing over her.

This was just what she wanted—
it was some one to appeal to. She
was getting rather out of heart at
Johnny’s positive little ways, and be-
ginning to think that if he would
not believe anything she said, she