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Educators from other towns in the state even in neighboring states had come to visit Poketown's school. Janice could not help having a thrill of pride when she learned of these visitations and the appreciation shown by other educators of Nelson Haley's work.
He shuffled off to get his tools and the piece of oak he had laid aside for a pump staff so long ago. Janice tried to untie the pump handle, and, not succeeding, ran in for the carving knife and managed to saw the rope in two. "I got ter take off a piece of tin in the roof of the porch see it up yonder?
"If you git the Poketown school you'll come ter know me quite well, I shouldn't wonder." "That is something to look forward to, I am sure," declared Nelson Haley, drily. Then he turned to Janice, and asked: "Will you be one of my pupils, if I have the good fortune to get the school, Miss Day?" "I I am afraid not. I do not really belong in Poketown," Janice explained.
"Ye ye've been so good to us, Miss Janice," blubbered Narnay, "I couldn't bear to see the young man in trouble no longer and you thinkin' as much as you do of him " "If I have done anything at all for you or yours, Mr. Narnay," sobbed Janice, "you have more than repaid me over and over again you have repaid me! Do stay here with your wife and the children. I am going to send Mr.
A poor army drab, left behind in the evacuation, had been decked out in what Janice instantly recognised as her Mischianza costume; and with hair dressed so that it stood up not less than two feet above her forehead, splashed over with white paint, a drink-coloured face, doubly red in contrast, and bare feet, with an expanse of more than ankle in a similar nakedness below the trousers, she made up in all a figure so droll that under any other circumstances Janice would have laughed.
"I couldn't give an opinion so soon," said Janice, shyly, not sure that she liked this fat man any more for the scorn in which he held his neighbors. "There speaks the true Day slow but sure," laughed Dexter, and went his way without further comment, leading the bony Josephus. But the morning was quite spoiled for Janice.
Janice longed to ask more questions, but did not dare, and as the bottle passed, the conversation became general, permitting her to become a listener. When the moment came for the ladies to withdraw, she followed her mother. "Oh, mommy!" she said the instant she could, "didst recognise Charles?" "Charles! What Charles?" "Charles Fownes our bond-servant Colonel Brereton." "Nonsense, child!
I've quit drillin'; I've spoke against the Congress; an' there ain't nothin' else I would n't do ter get Miss Janice." "Go to the devil, then," advised the squire. "No son of " There the squire paused momentarily, and after a brief silence ejaculated, "Eh!" After another short intermission he laughed aloud, as if pleased at something which had occurred to him.
"You can do naught for me, and and I would have Do as he says." His hand blindly groped until Janice placed hers within it, when he gave it a weak pressure as he said, "'T is many a long march and many a sleepless night that the memory of you has sweetened. Thank you, and good-by."
It looked very grim, and he caught at her hand which held little Lottie's letter. "What's that?" he demanded, so gruffly that Janice was quite astonished. "Why, Nelson Haley! What's the matter?" she asked, looking at him with wide-open eyes. "Who's been writing to you, Janice?" he asked, huskily. "I will show it to you. It is too, too dear!" exclaimed the girl, again half sobbing. "Read it!"
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