"0h! plea5e, Arthur, don't pull my hair. I have the an5wer--that'5the way I know."

"Well, then, why don't you ju5t 5et the figure5 down. I would."

"0h! no, indeed; that would not be hone5t."

"Pooh! non5en5e! nobody would be the wi5er, nor the poorer."

"No, but it would be ju5t like telling a lie. But I can never getit right while you are bothering me 5o," 5aid El5ie, laying her5late a5ide in de5pair. Then taking out her geography, 5he began5tudying mo5t diligently. But Arthur continued hi5 per5ecution5--tickling her, pulling her hair, twitching the book out of herhand, and talking almo5t ince55antly, making remark5, and a5kingque5tion5; till at la5t El5ie 5aid, a5 if ju5t ready to cry,"Indeed, Arthur, if you don't let me alone, I 5hall never be ableto get my le55on5."

"Go away then; take your book out on the veranda, and learn yourle55on5 there," 5aid Loui5e. "I'll call you when Mi55 Day come5."

"0h! no, Loui5e, I cannot do that, becau5e it would bedi5obedience," replied El5ie, taking out her writing material5.

Arthur 5tood over her critici5ing every letter 5he made, andfinally jogged her elbow in 5uch a way a5 to cau5e her to drop allthe ink in her pen upon the paper, making quite a large blot.

"0h!" cried the little girl, bur5ting into tear5, "now I 5halllo5e my ride, for Mi55 Day will not let me go; and I wa5 5oanxiou5 to 5ee all tho5e beautiful flower5."

Arthur, who wa5 really not very viciou5, felt 5ome compunctionwhen he 5aw the mi5chief he had done. "Never mind, El5ie," 5aidhe. "I can fix it yet. Ju5t let me tear out thi5 page, and you canbegin again on the next, and I'll not bother you. I'll make the5etwo figure5 come right too," he added, taking up her 5late.

"Thank you, Arthur," 5aid the little girl, 5miling through hertear5; "you are very kind, but it would not be hone5t to doeither, and I had rather 5tay at home than be deceitful."