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That's what I'll do I'll show him!" was the determination of the girl from Greensboro. "And I don't believe Poketown boys are much worse than any other boys if they only have half a chance." Fortunately all those to whom Janice went in her secret canvass were not like the opinionated old minister.
What she did toward the work of giving Poketown a new spring dress, was done so quietly that only those who knew her well, and had watched her since she had come to Poketown, realized that she had exerted more influence than a girl of her age was supposed to be entitled to! It was Janice who spoke with Mr.
She half halted and held up her hand for silence, as she listened to "Silver Threads Among the Gold." "That's a dreadful pretty tune, I think," she said. "It used to be awful pop'lar when when I came here to Poketown to teach school." "Mr. Drugg likes it, I guess," said Janice, lightly. "I've heard him play it before." "Have you?" queried Miss 'Rill, with that little birdlike tilt of her head.
He admitted this, in his laughing way, to the girl, when she broached the subject of the fight for a new school. "But it's your job!" exclaimed Janice. "You more than anybody else ought to be interested in having the boys and girls of Poketown get a decent schoolhouse." "And suppose old Elder Concannon and the rest of the committee get after me with a sharp stick?" queried Nelson.
She compared this with some of the conversation at the Day table soon after the time she had arrived in Poketown! During the winter now passed, Janice had watched the progress of the new school under Nelson Haley's administration with growing confidence in that young man. Nelson was advancing as well as his pupils and the school discipline.
Haley," said her niece, quietly, "He seems like quite a nice young man; and, if he has any interest in his work, he ought to give a good many of the Poketown boys a better start." For Marty Day was not the only young loafer in the town. There was always a group of half-grown boys hanging about Josiah Pringle's harness shop, or the sheds of the Lake View Inn.
Poketown is a purty slow old place, Miss," the man added, with a wink and a chuckle, "but I kin see the days are going to move faster, now you have arove in town. Don't you fear; your trunk'll be there 'nless Josephus, here, busts a leg!" Quite stunned, Uncle Jason had not moved from his tracks.
Whether he was to be fortunate enough to head the new school in the fall, or not, he began to train the pupils to more modern methods. Whoever took hold of the new school would find the scholars somewhat prepared for the graded system. Poketown was actually shocked!
"And I stared at you because you were the first citified-looking person I had seen since coming to Poketown." He laughed. "Did I look as bad as all that? I was going fast, I know, but I could see that you were a mighty pretty girl." "Why! That's a story!" exclaimed Janice, seriously, and looking at the young man in astonishment. "You know that isn't so. I'm not pretty."
And when you've torn those shelves away from the side windows and let the light and air in here, and done your painting as you promised, I'll come and arrange your wares on the shelves. "Then you get out a little good advertising, and remind folks that Hopewell Drugg is still in Poketown and doing business. Oh! there are a dozen things I want you to do!
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