"
"But it will be just like writing compositions; and that I always did
_hate_!" cried Lulu vehemently.
"No, not exactly," said Max; "because you don't have to make up anything,
only to tell real happenings and doings that you haven't had time to
forget."
"And I think you will soon find it making the writing of compositions
easier," remarked Violet, with an encouraging smile.
"It'll be just the same as having to write a composition every day,"
grumbled Lulu. "I wish papa wouldn't be so hard on us. I have to study
lessons a whole hour every evening, and then it'll take ever so long to
write that, and I shall not have a bit of time to play."
"I wish I could write," little Gracie said, with a half sigh. "If I could,
I'd like to talk that way to papa."
"You shall learn, darling," Violet said, caressing her with gentle
fondness. "Would you like to begin now?"
"Oh, yes, mamma!" cried the child eagerly.
"Then bring me your slate, and I will set you a copy. Max and Lulu, would
you like to bring your writing-desks in here, and let me give you any help
you may need?"
Both assented to the proposal with thanks, and were presently seated near
her, each with open desk, a fresh sheet of paper spread out upon it, and
pen in hand.
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