Roger, who had come expecting to be amused, found himself ignominiously set down at a table beside the amenable Tom (who had been coerced into joining the class) and directed to copy a very elementary representation of a gable of a cottage which the instructress had set up on the easel.

Six times was he compelled to tackle this simple object before his copy was pronounced passable; and until that Rosalind sternly discouraged all conversation or inattention.
"Really, Roger," said she, when at last he meekly submitted his final copy, "for a boy of your age you are an uncommonly rough hand.

Tom is a much more promising pupil than you." "I haven't promised you a bob an hour, though," rejoined that not-to-be- flattered genius, beginning to whistle.
"Silence, sir!" said Miss Rosalind, stamping her little foot with something like temper; "as long as you are in my class you must do as I tell you." Here Roger protested.
"You're rather strict," said he.

"I don't mind working hard and attending to all you say, but I vote we enjoy ourselves too--all three of us." "You mean," said Rosalind petulantly, "that you come here to play, while I try to work." "No, I don't.

I come to do both, and I want you to, as well." "Very well then, I withdraw from my engagement," said the young lady, with an ominous flush; "we don't agree about art.