40 The Story of Scr aggies 



reached this last word she learned how she 

 might outwit me. She sprang upon my 

 writing wrist over the barricade, seized the 

 pen, and held on. Again I put her out. 

 Again she sprang over. This time when I 

 evicted her, she sought to crawl in under my 

 left hand, and now stands, with crest upraised 

 in anger, by my right hand, apparently 

 thinking over a new plan of campaign. 



"A pencil attracts her somewhat in the 

 same way, but after a few onslaughts upon 

 the moving pencil she gives it up; but now 

 the battle on the pen has lasted for quite a 

 number of minutes, and though defeated at 

 every turn, she comes back again and again." 



One day I got very cross with Fessor 

 for writing so much, and I determined 

 to hide from him. By this time I knew 

 the " den " pretty well, and I had found, 

 "way back" in the big box in the 

 corner, where the piles of big envelopes 

 and loose papers were, the cutest hiding- 



