If the arithmetic had seemed easier he might not have appealed so
promptly to Aunt Judith for aid, but the young teacher was unable to
make it clear to him, and when evening came, he raced across the fields,
his book under his arm, and tapped at her door.
"Ah, you've come, Gyp!" she said, smiling at him encouragingly, "I
hoped you would."
"You said Wednesday and Saturday, an' this is only Tuesday, but I can't
get my lesson for termorrer 'less someone helps me," he said.
"There is no reason why you may not stay to-night," Aunt Judith said,
kindly, "and now tell me what it was that made the arithmetic so hard
today."
"She asked me if I had ten pears, and I wanted to keep one for myself,
and divide the others between two of my friends, how many would I give
each, and I told her I'd keep more than one for myself, and I didn't
know two _anybodies_ I'd want to give the others to, and then they all
laughed. I don't see why."
Aunt Judith was trying not to laugh as heartily as the little pupils
whose merriment had so annoyed Gyp.
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