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," said Alec, with unhesitating confidence. "The Baltic sea," cried Bob, emulous and ardent. "Wait--not so fast; let me see, my dears, which of you is right." Mrs Thompson appealed immediately to her book, after a long and private communication with which, she emphatically pronounced both wrong. "Give us a chance, mother," said Bob in a wheedling tone, (Bob knew his mother's weaknesses.) "Them's such hard words. I don't know how it is, but I never can remember 'em. Just tell us the first syllable--oh, do now--please." "Oh, I know now!" cried Alec. "It's something with a G in it." "Think of the apostles, dears. What are the names of the apostles?" "Why, there's Moses," began Bob, counting on his fingers, "and there's Sammywell, and there's Aaron, and Noah's ark"---- "Stop, my dear," said Mrs Thompson, who was very busy with her manual, and contriving a method of rendering a solution of her question easy. "Just begin again. I said--who was Peter--no, not that--who was an apostle?" "Oh, I know now!" cried Alec again, (Alec was the sharp boy of the family.) "It's Peter. Peter's the capital of Russia." "No, not quite my dear. You are very warm--very warm indeed, but not quite hot. Try again." "Paul," half murmured Robert, with a reckless hope of proving right. "No, Peter's right; but there's something else. What has your father been taking down the beds for?" There was a solemn silence, and the three industrious sisters blushed the faintest blush that could be raised upon a maiden's cheek. "To rub that stuff upon the walls," said the ready Alec. "Yes, but what was it to kill?" continued the instructress. "The fleas," said Bob. "Worse than that, my dear." "Oh, I know now," shrieked Alec, for the third time. "_Petersbug's_ the capital of Russia." Mrs Thompson looked at me with pardonable vanity and triumph, and I bestowed upon the successful students a few comfits which I had purchased on my road for my numerous and comfit-loving friends. The mere sight of this sweet "reward of merit" immediately inspired the two boys at work upon the boats with a desire for knowledge, and especially for learning the capitals of countries, that was most agreeable to contemplate. The lesson was continued, more to my amusement, I fear, than the edification of the pupils. The boys were unable to answer a single question until they had had so many _chances_, and had become so very _hot_, that not to have a
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