Sylvie's eyes grew large and round with surprise at this new line of enquiryher rosy face being perfectly radiant with good humour. But she said nothing.
"Wouldn't it be better to tell me after the lessons are over?" I suggested.
"Very well," Bruno said with a resigned air: "only she wo'n't be cross then."
"There's only three lessons to do," said Sylvie. "Spelling, and Geography, and Singing."
"Not Arithmetic?" I said.
"No, he hasn't a head for Arithmetic"
"Course I haven't!" said Bruno. "Mine head's for hair. I haven't got a lot of heads!"
"and he ca'n't learn his Multiplication-table"
"I like History ever so much better," Bruno remarked. "Oo has to repeat that Muddlecome table"
"Well, and you have to repeat"
"No, oo hasn't!" Bruno interrupted. "History repeats itself. The Professor said so!"
Syivie was arranging some letters on a board—E—V—I—L. "Now, Bruno," she said, "what does that spell?"
