C.J."-- "I have got some lovely little guinea-pigs.

B.
J."-- "And Mark, our gardener, has made me a summer-house, with such funny chairs in it.

C.J."-- "You shall have my parasol to keep the sun off.

B.J."-- "And we will send Leo into the water as often as you like him to go.

C.J."-- Thus they went on till they got to the bottom of the slate.
The child, after nodding her head and smiling as she read each fresh invitation, turned the slate over, and, with some little triumph at showing that she could write too, began slowly to trace some large text letters in extremely crooked lines.