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As a consequence "meeching" that is, taking a holiday without leave from either parents or teachers was shamefully common. Indeed, there was hardly a day that one or more boys did not "meech." If by any chance they were missed, it was easy to get out of the difficulty by making some excuse about having been sick, or mother having kept them at home to do some work, and so forth.
In stentorian tones he rehearsed the judge's kindness in befriending him, he pointed out his generosity, and laid stress on Sandy's heinous ingratitude. Mr. Moseley had arrived with arguments and reasons and platitudes, all expressed in a polysyllabic monotone. Mr. Meech had come many times with prayers and petitions and gentle rebuke.
Meech, do ye think the same?" "I certainly do," said Mr. Meech. "Anybody that can accomplish the work you do at home, and hold your record at the academy, stands an excellent chance." Sandy thought so, too, but he tried to be modest. "If it'll be in me, it will come out," he said with suppressed triumph as he swung his books across his shoulder and started home.
For, stationary though he was, he was really giving himself the benefit of a final rehearsal, and mentally performing steps of intricate and marvelous variety. "Stop moving your feet!" whispered Annette. "You'll step on my dress." "Is it the mazurka that's got the hiccoughs in the middle?" asked Sandy, anxiously. Mr. Meech paused and looked at them over his spectacles in plaintive reproach.
Gilmour, Mr. Owen, and Mr. Meech. Into this strenuous and protracted controversy we do not propose to enter. Both parties were actuated by high and honourable motives; both were able to express their views pointedly, and with all appropriate force. In the end the view advocated by Mr. Gilmour triumphed.
"Look at the round dance!" he cried. "Who can behold and not shudder?" Mr. Meech, who had not beheld and therefore could not shudder, ventured a timid inquiry: "Mr. Moseley, just what is a round dance?" Mr. Moseley pushed back his chair and wheeled the table nearer the window. "Will you just step forward, Mr. Meech?" With difficulty Mr.
"Will you not say you are sorry, and will never meech again." "I am sorry, and promise never to do so again," said Bert, in a clear distinct voice, as the tears gathered in his eyes. "I'm sorry, and won't do it again," echoed Frank, in a lower tone. "That's right, boys," said Mr. Garrison, his face full of pleasure. "I am sure you mean every word of it.
"Father says he is very quick," ventured Martha Meech, a faint color coming to her dull cheek at this unusual opportunity of descanting upon such an absorbing subject. "Father told Judge Hollis he would help him with his lessons, and that he thought it would be only a little while before he was up with the other boys." "Dad says he's a d-dandy," cried Annette.
Meech and I never thought to keep her this long. The doctor says it's the beginning of the end. She's so patient it's enough to break your heart." Sandy went without his dinner that day, and tramped to town and back, in the glare of the noon sun, to get her a basket of fruit. Then he wrote her a letter so full of affection and sympathy that it brought the tears to his own eyes as he wrote.
Bereft now of both wife, and boys he was to pass the rest of his career in China, except for the brief intervals of residence in Peking, in the cheerless, noisy, uncongenial quarters of an ordinary Chinese inn. The return of the Rev. S. E. Meech in April 1886 set him entirely free from mission work in the capital.
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