THE LITTLE TEACHER.
“Now, Pussy-diddle, you have eaten your dinner and it’s time you were taught how to spell. And Doggie-dibble, you have taken your recess, it is time you were taught how to read. Come, Pussy-diddle, spell ‘purr.’”
“Pur-r-r-r.”
“That isn’t the way to spell ‘purr;’ you have put in too many r’s. Try again.” “Pur-r-r, meow!”
“I didn’t ask you to spell ‘meow.’ Put down your paw and sit up straight. Now try once more to spell ‘purr.’”
“Pur-r!”
“That is right. Come here, Doggie-dibble, and sit by my side and look at this paper with me. Here’s a page of very fine ladies, and a page of beautiful birds. Oh, here is the lesson for you. Turn your head this way, Doggie-dibble, you surely can tell about this. You mustn’t read to yourself, Doggie-dibble, ’cause then I can’t tell when you are wrong. Now, sir read aloud.”
“Bow-wow!”
“He is a bow-wow, that is right. Go on.”
“Wow-wow!”
“Good dog! Now, Pussy-diddle, you have learned your lessons for to-day, and so have you, Doggie-dibble, and now you may both go to play.”