And then came a moan from Hjalmar's copy-book. Oh, it was quite

terrible to hear! On each leaf stood a row of capital letters, every

one having a small letter by its side. This formed a copy; under these

were other letters, which Hjalmar had written: they fancied they

looked like the copy, but they were mistaken; for they were leaning on

one side as if they intended to fall over the pencil-lines.

"See, this is the way you should hold yourselves," said the

copy. "Look here, you should slope thus, with a graceful curve."