"It's a splendid
piece--that Manny-yon--ain't it--grand--noble. I love to say it."
"Teacher Thomas, Teacher Thomas," came in the shrill voice of Chester
Holmes, "ain't it Dooglas?"
Perry was at my side, smiling benignly on the school. He really seemed
to love the scholars; but Perry is a pious man, and seeks to follow the
letter of the Scriptures, and the command is to love our enemies.
"Doogulus--Doogulus," he said. "Of course, boys, it's Doogulus."
The word seemed to taste good, he rolled it over and over so in his mouth.
"Teacher Hope says you ain't such a fine speaker after all," cried Lulu
Ann Nummler from the distant end of the bench.
She is fifteen and should have known better, but the people of our valley
are dreadfully frank sometimes, and this girl spoke in the clear, sharp
voice of truth that cut through one. Perry turned quick as a flash and
eyed me.
For a moment all I could do was to thump the floor and cry "Order!
Silence! Lulu Ann Nummler, when you want to speak, you must hold up
three fingers.
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