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She was, for instance, the only person in the room who did not know that her criticism of Isidore Belchatosky's hands and face cost her a tall "three for ten cents" candlestick and a plump box of candy. But Morris Mogilewsky, whose love for Teacher was far greater than the combined loves of all the other children, had as yet no present to bestow.
Gradually and carefully Teacher became slightly censorious and mildly didactic, and slowly Isidore Diamantstein came to forsake the paths of evil and to spend long afternoons in the serene and admiring companionship of Morris Mogilewsky, Patrick Brennan and Nathan Spiderwitz.
During her first few hours among its pictures, plants and children, she sadly realized the great and many barriers which separated her from Eva Gonorowsky, Morris Mogilewsky, Patrick Brennan, and other favoured spirits who basked in the sunshine of Teacher's regard.
"Now, don't you think that's a pretty thing?" she asked. "Did you hear how the lark went singing, bright and clear, up and up and up into the blue sky?" The children were carefully attentive, as ever, but not responsive. Morris Mogilewsky felt that he had alone understood the nature of this story. It was meant to amuse; therefore it was polite that one should be amused.
"What kind from fishes?" demanded Morris Mogilewsky, Monitor of Miss Bailey's Gold-Fish Bowl, with professional interest. "From gold fishes und red fishes und black fishes" Patrick stirred uneasily and Isaac remembered "und green fishes; the green ones is the biggest; und blue fishes und all kinds from fishes.
"Oh, come now. That's rather strong," remonstrated Doctor Ingraham, with a quizzical glance at Miss Bailey. Mrs. Mogilewsky wheeled towards her benefactress. "Do you know Morris's teacher?" she asked eagerly. "Ach, lady, kind lady, tell me where is her house; I like I shall tell her how she make sickness on my little boy. He lays on the bed over her. I like I should tell her somethings." "Mrs.
This was his ordinary costume, and the funds of the house of Mogilewsky were evidently unequal to an outer layer of finery. "Now, Morris dear," said Teacher, "you shouldn't have troubled to get me a present; you know you and I are such good friends that " "Teacher, yiss ma'an," Morris interrupted, in a bewitching and rising inflection of his soft and plaintive voice.
"All the child what I got, chawed off of a horse!" "Wicked old horse!" ejaculated Teacher. "Crazy old Teacher!" snorted Mrs. Mogilewsky. "Fool old Teacher! I sends my little boy on the school so he should the English write und talk und the numbers learn so he comes through the years maybe American man, und she learns him foolishness over dogs und cats und horses. Crazy, crazy, crazy!"
Morris Mogilewsky, Monitor of the Gold-Fish Bowl, wrought busily until his charges glowed redly against the water plants in their shining bowl. Creepers crept, plants grew, and ferns waved under the care of Nathan Spiderwitz, Monitor of the Window Boxes.
You ain't no Krisht; you should better have no kind feelings over Krishts, neither; your papa could to have a mad." "Teacher ain't no Krisht," said Morris stoutly; "all the other fellows buys her presents, und I'm loving mit her too; it's polite I gives her presents the while I'm got such a kind feeling over her." "Well, we ain't got no money for buy nothings," said Mrs. Mogilewsky sadly.
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