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Diamantstein turned from one to another of these stern-faced officials and to each in turn he made his unaltered plea: "Mine leetle Izzie was a goot leetle boy. He don't never make like you says. Ach! never, never!" Again, for effect, scenic or moral, the Principal indicated one of the hostile figures of the court.
You can easily get another, I hope." "You not understand," cried the guest eagerly. "I was one great big loafer," and he laid outstretched hands upon the blue bosom of his gala shirt; "one great big loafer man." "No, I'm afraid I don't understand," confessed Miss Bailey. "Tell me about it." "Vell, I was a vidder man," Mr. Diamantstein explained. "Mine vife she die.
Shortly after the incident of the valentine Mr. Diamantstein came to Room 18 in radiant array. His frock coat was new and of a wondrous fashion, his tan shoes were of superlative length and sharpness of toe, both his coat and vest were open to the lowest button and turned back to give due prominence to the bright blue shirt beneath.
Julius and Nathan Diamantstein were convicted of having stolen and offered for sale books, pencils, and paper, the property of the Board of Education. Isidore had acted as agent and was condemned as an accomplice. The father was sent for and the trio were expelled. Then deep was the grief of Miss Bailey, and wild was the wailing of Mr. Diamantstein.
Diamantstein" returned Miss Bailey, while Isidore, thus bestowed, wept aloud, and required instant soothing. "That's very good of you, but I hope it won't be necessary." "Well," said the father generously, "so you want lick, so you can lick." And so departed. Miss Bailey's new responsibility continued to behave beautifully.
A heavy footstep crossed the hall and the stalwart Abie Fishhandler stalked into Room 18, bearing the new boy in his arms. From his dusty unlaced shoes to his jungle of gleaming red hair, Isidore Diamantstein was inert, dirty, and bedraggled. "Oh, let him stand!" cried Miss Blake sharply. "Here, Diamantstein, what's the matter with you? This is Miss Bailey, your new teacher."
"I couldn't to say it even." "Dear me!" cried Miss Bailey again, and hurried on. At the door of the Principal's office Teacher halted in puzzled surprise, for the first glance at the glowing face of the new mamma, and the first sound of her pleasant voice, proclaimed, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that Mrs. Lazarus Diamantstein the second was a buxom daughter of the Island of Saints.
"This gentleman," said he, "belongs to a society which will take charge of your son. Have you ever, Mr. Diamantstein, heard of the Gerry Society?" Poor Mr. Diamantstein cowered.
Diamantstein interpreted this as an introduction and bowed most wonderfully "If Miss Bailey will keep Isidore in her class he may stay in the school. If not, this gentleman By the way, Miss Bailey, is he at school to-day?" "Oh, yes, and behaving beautifully. Perhaps his father would care to see him. Will you come with me, Mr. Diamantstein?"
"Sure," said Mr. Diamantstein politely. But ah, for the plans of mice and men! and oh, for the slip and the lip! Within that very week the airy castle of Mr. Diamantstein's hopes was shaken to its foundations. The cause was, of course, "them devil poys."
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