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"And the ungraded school could not aid me much." "No, I suppose not," returned the young man. "Well! I hope I see you again, Miss Day." Walky clucked to the horses and they jogged on, leaving Nelson Haley to finish his repairs. Walky chuckled, and said to Janice: "He's quite a flip young feller. He is young to tackle the Poketown school. An' 'twill be an objection, I shouldn't wonder.
"Now we're all right, sir," said the girl, cheerily, taking his arm and by her very touch seeming to galvanize a little life into his scarecrow figure. "Shall we go home?" "Eh? Wal! Ef ye say so, Janice," replied Mr. Day, weakly. They started up the main street of Poketown, Janice accommodating her step to that of her uncle. Mr.
Politics below the Rio Grande are 'mighty onsartain, as Brother Jase would say." "Now that Mammy Blanche is here with us, I would not have to go to Poketown, even if you did go to Mexico, Daddy. Would I?" "M-mm! Well, that's hard telling," he replied, with twinkling eyes. "Let's not cross that bridge till we come to it."
"See what you've got me into?" he complained. "I've got a whole bunch of extra work because of the school building, and in the end the old Elder and his friends may discharge me!" "But you've brought about the building of a new school, and Poketown ought always to thank you." "Likely. And they'll build a monument to me to stand at the head of High Street, eh?" and he laughed.
Janice had been glad to go to church. Always, before coming to Poketown, the girl had held a vital interest in church and church work. But here she found there was really nothing for the young people to do. They had no society, and aside from the Sunday School, a very cut-and-dried session usually, there was no special interest for the young. Mr.
As for real fun winter sports had been little more than a name to the girl from the Middle West before this winter. The boys had got their bob-sleds out before Thanksgiving. Toboggans were not popular in Poketown, for the coasting-places were too rough. At first Janice was really afraid to join the hilarious parties of boys and girls on some of the slides.
Walky Dexter owned a great sledge, too, and when he attached two span of horses to this, and the roads were even half broken, he could drive parties of Poketown young people all over the county, on moonlight sleigh-rides. Janice was invited to go on several of these, and she did so.
She passed several farmhouses but did not reach the Hammett place; instead she rested upon a rustic bridge where a swift, brawling brook came down from the hills to tumble into the lake. Then, as she was going on, a quick "put, put, put" sounded from along the road she had been traveling. "It's a motorcycle," thought Janice. "I didn't know anybody owned one around Poketown."
But for the most part Hillside Avenue displayed a forlorn nakedness to the eye that made Janice more than ever homesick for Greensboro. The schoolbell had ceased ringing before she turned into High Street and began to ascend the hill again, so there were no young folks in sight. Higher up the main street of Poketown there were few stores, but the dwellings were no more attractive.
And she had scarcely spoken to a soul save the Days and Walky Dexter since her arrival in Poketown. Friday noon came, and at dinner Janice desperately broached the subject of 'Rill Scattergood's school again. "I'd love to visit it," she said. "Maybe I'd get acquainted with some of the girls. I might even attend for the remainder of the term." "Huh!" scoffed Marty.
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