"Come on, Grace, we'll go in," proposed Louise, hastily gathering
up her work. "If these children are going to play school there
won't be any place for us! We'll go up to my room."
"I thought maybe you would be the scholars," said Brother,
disappointed. "We never have enough scholars."
Louise was halfway up the stairs.
"You can play the dolls are scholars," she called back.
Mother Morrison had gone over to Grandmother Hastings to help her
make blackberry jam, and Louise and Grace had been left in charge
of the house.
"Let me be the teacher," begged Sister, when her blackboard was
arranged to her liking. "I know how, Roddy."
"Well, all right, you can be teacher first," agreed Brother. "But
after you play, then it's my turn."
Sister picked up a book and pointed to the blackboard.
"'Rithmetic class, go to the board," she commanded.
Both she and Brother knew a good deal about what went on in
classrooms, because they had listened to the older children
recite.
"How much is sixty-eight times ninety-two?" asked Teacher-Sister
importantly.
Brother made several marks on the blackboard with the crayon.
"Nine hundred," he answered doubtfully.
"Correct," said the teacher kindly.
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