The Ruling Passion

They were teaching the swell little New York girl to count. "Three hundred and ninety-seven, three hundred and ninety-eight, three hundred and ninety-nine, four hundred," said the mother. And the child followed correctly. "Four hundred and one," continued the mother. "Go on," said the mother, "you were doing very nicely." "No, mamma," she said with dignity, "I can't go beyond the 400." And there sbestuck.