and chum. He might be learned, but he was not proud by reason thereof. "Now le's see, Miss Allie," he said; "what is it you're tryin' to figger out?" "It's Jim's sum; and I can't see a bit of sense in it, even when it's down on the slate," answered Allie, still in a somewhat aggrieved tone. "He's as mixed up as a--as a--any thing," she concluded hastily, at a loss for a simile of sufficient force. "As a Rhode-Island clam-bake when they puts fish an' clams an' sweet-potatoes an' corn all in to once," said Jim. "_At_ once, not _to_ once; and they _put_, not they _puts_," corrected Allie, who, remarkably choice herself in the matter of language, never lost sight of a slip in grammar on the part of our _proteges_. "Seems funny, Miss Allie, that you, that's so clever in the right ways of talkin', can't do a sum," said Jim. Allie's self-complacency was somewhat restored by the compliment; but she still answered, rather resentfully,-- "Well, I can, a decent sum! I had five lines yesterday, and added it all right, too; but a sum like that--I b'lieve even brother Ned couldn't do it!" That which brother Ned could not do was not to be compassed by man, in the opinion of the children. And, as if this settled the matter, Allie rose from her seat, forgetting for the moment the necessity for keeping an exact equilibrium, and that both its occupants must rise simultaneously, unless dire results were to follow to the one left behind. The usual catastrophe took place: the vacant end went up, and Daisy was thrown upon the ground, the seat fortunately being so low that her fall was from no great height; but the rickety contrivance turned over upon the child, and she received quite a severe blow upon her head. This called for soothing and ministration from an older source, and, for the time, put all thought of arithmetical puzzles to flight; but after I had quieted her, and she rested, with little arnica-bound head against my shoulder, Jim returned to the charge. "Miss Amy," he said, a little doubtfully, as not being quite sure of my powers, "bein' almost growed up, you're good at doin' up sums, I s'pose." Now, arithmetic was not altogether my strong point, nevertheless I believed myself quite equal to any problem of that nature which Jim was likely to propound; and I answered vain-gloriously, and with a view to divert the attention of the still-sobbing Daisy from her own woes,-- "Of course, Jim. What do you want to know? No," declining the soiled slate which he proffered for my use, "I'll just do it in my head." "You're awful smart then, Miss Amy," said Bill, admiringly. But the question set before me by Jim proved so inextricably involved, so hopelessly "mixed up," as poor little Allie had said, that, even with the aid of the rejected slate, it would, I believe, have lain beyond the powers of the most accomplished arithmetician to solve. No wonder that it had puzzled Allie's infantile brains. To recall and set it down here, at this length of time, would be quite impossible; nor would the reader care to have it inflicted upon him. Days, weeks, and years, peanuts, pence, and dollars, were involved in the statement he made, or attempted to make, for me to work out the solution thereof; but it was hopeless to try to tell what the boy would be at; and, indeed, his own ideas on the subject were more than hazy, and, to his...