z THE ARITHMETIC LESSON. 25

‘Charley Frazier thinks the lesson easy enough, and
Z could not do it!” The idea fastened itself on me.
In truth, I had entertained no very high opinion of
Charley’s abilities, but now they rose much in my esti-
mation.

“Now, Charley, do tell me how you did the seventh,”
said I, taking him by the arm just as he was going to
join the game of ball. He pulled his arm away vio-
lently. .

“Oh! you know what I did for you yesterday,
Charley. Come, now,” I besought him; “come, and
I will lend you my new knife just when you want it—
my best knife.”

He unwillingly suffered himself to be dragged into
the ‘school-room, and even to our seats, where we sat
down together. He took up his slate, found out, and
began to-explain the sixth.

'.“ The seventh—the seventh, Charley. I know well

enough about the sixth,” I cried, impatiently. *

“Well, the seventh,” added Charley, good-naturedly ;

“there, Robert, you may copy it yourself; here it is.”