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Updated: May 25, 2025
"Recitation by Je-hos-o-phat Green!" How loud it sounded! The Presidentboardeducation was looking all over the room. "Come, come," he said, "where is Jehosophat?" Now that boy couldn't rise, for the tail of his jacket had slid down in the crack of the seat, and Fatty Hamm was holding it tight so he couldn't even move.
Presently the uncle withdrew from our society, to my relief taking with him his pack, whereupon Miss Hamm and I repaired to the parlour adjacent, where a most delightful evening was had. Miss Hamm's conversation, even though marked by a levity not at all times in keeping with the nature of the subject under discussion, is, I find, sprightly and diverting in the extreme.
At seven-fifteen, immediately after tea, I set forth for the Hamm residence, carrying under my arm a book of verses intended for bestowal upon the young chatelaine of that happy home, and much buoyed and uplifted by prospects of a period of agreeable divertisement spent in her society. But such was not to be.
And what possible bearing can comparative altitude as contrasted with the comparative infrequency of a species have upon the peculiarities of a mouse addicted to spinning? I shall now to bed, dismissing all thoughts of a certain boorish individual from my mind. It developed this forenoon that he had succeeded in extorting from Miss Hamm a promise to permit him to call this evening.
"I wonder," I said, continuing in this strain, "why this should be and why she should likewise single you out as a recipient of her disapproval or let us say her disfavour?" "Can't you guess?" said Miss Hamm, with an arch expression and a peculiar inflection in her words. Puzzled, I shook my head. At this juncture another interruption occurred. A caller in the person of a Mr.
Jehosophat was coming home from the schoolhouse, which was up the road about a mile, a long way from the White-House-with-the-Green-Blinds where the three happy children lived. With him walked four of his friends Sophy Soapstone and Sammy Soapstone, who lived on the farm by the Old Canal; Lizzie Fizzletree, who lived on the turnpike; and Fatty Hamm, who lived by the river road.
But upon to-morrow night, when it is my intention to resume my friendly visits to the Hamm home, I mean to take an important step. For long I have been cogitating it and my mind is now firmly made up.
This forenoon I chanced to mention the matter to Miss Hamm whom, by a coincidence, I encountered as she was entering the seminary grounds.
On two separate occasions to-day I was aware of this phenomenon a passing sense of exuberance and cheerfulness, shortly afterward followed by a morbid and gloom-tinged longing for I know not what. This serves to remind me that twice to-day I had conversations of brief duration with Miss Hamm.
Some one Miss Hamm as I remember, although it may have been another was moved in this connection to ask me whether the inspection department of the local exchange had made the customary tests of the instrument in my study, to which I replied in the negative.
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