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Updated: May 14, 2025
Dick Prescott had not openly looked in the principal's direction. Yet the amateur reporter had taken it all in. He was grinning inside now. He had taken upon himself the work of reporting these meetings that he might be in a position to block any unfair move on the part of the principal. "I wonder what Mr. Cantwell is thinking about, now?"
I led them into it. I shall have a sweet time in Wall street when I go there again. But it's like brandy; a man wants a larger dose every time, and I shall clean them out yet." Talbot's policy was to make the General last. He wanted to advise him for his good, because his principal's permanent prosperity was the basis of his own.
"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.
She was thinking of another Monday morning that belonged to the past, when a timid stranger had climbed those same stairs and diffidently inquired the way to the principal's office. How far away that day seemed, and how much had happened within those same walls since that fateful morning.
E. Dutton Jones followed him up persistently, and at last a hard blow stretched the thief on the ground. "Don't try to get up," Old Dut warned the fellow, "until I announce that I am ready for you." With that the principal put on his coat once more, while Dave, with a very respectful air, passed the principal's hat. "Now, you may get up," nodded Old Dut. "Put on your hat and coat." Mr.
Annie had just reached the gate leading from the orchard. Elizabeth flung herself upon her. "Oh, Annie!" she gasped, radiant and breathless. "Somebody's coming. And you'll never, never guess, 'cause it's Mrs. Jarvis, and she's brought Mr. Coulson!" "Miss Gordon is wanted in the Principal's room at once."
Cantwell allowed himself a new one only once in two years. But new one had been due; he had just bought one, and now wore this glossy thing in the latest style. There was no time for more warning. The descending ball was in straight line with that elegant hat. Bump! The pigskin struck the hat full and fair, carrying it from the principal's head.
He went straight to the principal's office, and was fortunate enough to find that gentleman still at his desk. "What is it, Edwards?" asked the principal, looking up. "Dr. Thornton, I've had something strange happen to me, or to my overcoat, if you prefer to put it that way," replied Edwards. "What has gone wrong?"
Harper, a little freshmen, who had merely meant to slip the paper inside his desk, and who was not making a disturbing noise thereby, flushed pink and sat immobile, the paper swinging from one hand. From the principal's attitude and his look of seriousness, something unusual was pending. Some of the girls permitted their apprehension to be seen.
"I am," he answered, "though Thorndyke considers failure possible which, of course, it is if the jury-box should chance to be filled with microcephalic idiots and the judge should prove incapable of understanding simple technical evidence. But we hope that neither of these things will happen, and, if they do not, we feel pretty safe. By the way, I hope I am not divulging your principal's secrets?"
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