Never mind, I'll have an extra bitter dose for you next time, miss." "I knew you wanted to laugh, so I gave you a chance.

Now, I will be good, master, and do my lesson nicely." So Dr.Alec had his laugh, and then Rose sat down and took a lesson in accounts which she never forgot.
"Now come and read aloud to me; my eyes are tired, and it is pleasant to sit here by the fire while the rain pours outside and Aunt Jane lectures upstairs," said Uncle Alec, when last month's accounts had been put in good order and a fresh page neatly begun.
Rose liked to read aloud, and gladly gave him the chapter in "Nicholas Nickleby" where the Miss Kenwigses take their French lesson.

She did her very best, feeling that she was being criticised, and hoping that she might not be found wanting in this as in other things.
"Shall I go on, sir ?" she asked very meekly, when the chapter ended.
"If you are not tired, dear.

It is a pleasure to hear you, for you read remarkably well," was the answer that filled her heart with pride and pleasure.
"Do you really think so, uncle?
I'm so glad! Papa taught me, and I read for hours to him, but I thought perhaps, he liked it because he was fond of me." "So am I; but you really do read unusually well, and I'm very glad of it, for it is a rare accomplishment, and one I value highly.

Come here in this cosy, low chair; the light is better, and I can pull these curls if you go too fast.