Part 19 (1/2)

”No, they aren't,” said Maggie. ”I can read the back of this,--'History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.'”

”Well, what does that mean? _You_ don't know,” said Tom, wagging his head.

”But I could soon find out,” said Maggie, scornfully.

”Why, how?”

”I should look inside, and see what it was about.”

”You'd better not, Miss Maggie,” said Tom, seeing her hand on the volume. ”Mr. Stelling lets n.o.body touch his books without leave, and _I_ shall catch it, if you take it out.”

”Oh, very well. Let me see all _your_ books, then,” said Maggie, turning to throw her arms round Tom's neck, and rub his cheek with her small round nose.

Tom, in the gladness of his heart at having dear old Maggie to dispute with and crow over again, seized her round the waist, and began to jump with her round the large library table. Away they jumped with more and more vigor, till Maggie's hair flew from behind her ears, and twirled about like an animated mop. But the revolutions round the table became more and more irregular in their sweep, till at last reaching Mr. Stelling's reading stand, they sent it thundering down with its heavy lexicons to the floor. Happily it was the ground-floor, and the study was a one-storied wing to the house, so that the downfall made no alarming resonance, though Tom stood dizzy and aghast for a few minutes, dreading the appearance of Mr. or Mrs. Stelling.

”Oh, I say, Maggie,” said Tom at last, lifting up the stand, ”we must keep quiet here, you know. If we break anything Mrs. Stelling'll make us cry peccavi.”

”What's that?” said Maggie.

”Oh, it's the Latin for a good scolding,” said Tom, not without some pride in his knowledge.

”Is she a cross woman?” said Maggie.

”I believe you!” said Tom, with an emphatic nod.

”I think all women are crosser than men,” said Maggie. ”Aunt Glegg's a great deal crosser than uncle Glegg, and mother scolds me more than father does.”

”Well, _you'll_ be a woman some day,” said Tom, ”so _you_ needn't talk.”

”But I shall be a _clever_ woman,” said Maggie, with a toss.

”Oh, I dare say, and a nasty conceited thing. Everybody'll hate you.”

”But you oughtn't to hate me, Tom; it'll be very wicked of you, for I shall be your sister.”

”Yes, but if you're a nasty disagreeable thing I _shall_ hate you.”

”Oh, but, Tom, you won't! I sha'n't be disagreeable. I shall be very good to you, and I shall be good to everybody. You won't hate me really, will you, Tom?”

”Oh, bother! never mind! Come, it's time for me to learn my lessons.

See here! what I've got to do,” said Tom, drawing Maggie toward him and showing her his theorem, while she pushed her hair behind her ears, and prepared herself to prove her capability of helping him in Euclid. She began to read with full confidence in her own powers, but presently, becoming quite bewildered, her face flushed with irritation. It was unavoidable; she must confess her incompetency, and she was not fond of humiliation.

”It's nonsense!” she said, ”and very ugly stuff; n.o.body need want to make it out.”

”Ah, there, now, Miss Maggie!” said Tom, drawing the book away, and wagging his head at her, ”You see you're not so clever as you thought you were.”

”Oh,” said Maggie, pouting, ”I dare say I could make it out, if I'd learned what goes before, as you have.”

”But that's what you just couldn't, Miss Wisdom,” said Tom. ”For it's all the harder when you know what goes before; for then you've got to say what definition 3 is, and what axiom V. is. But get along with you now; I must go on with this. Here's the Latin Grammar. See what you can make of that.”