The schoolma'am obligingly drew skirts aside to make room for him an inconsistent movement not at all in harmony with her eyebrows, which were disapproving. "Yuh don't like ordinary men. Yuh said so, once when I said I was just a plain, ordinary man. I've sworn off being ordinary since yuh gave me that tip," he said cheerfully. "Let's have a look at that cannon you're hiding under your apron.

"A dentist ought to locate in Dry Lake; from what I have heard confidentially to-night, there's a fortune to be made off the teeth of the Happy Family alone." Every drop of blood in Happy's body seemed to stand then in his face. "I I'll pull the curtain for yuh," he volunteered, meekly. "You're the seventh applicant for that place." The schoolma'am was crushingly calm.

But Margaret Earle was not given to tears, and as she felt them smart beneath her lids she turned in a panic to prevent them. She could not afford to cry now. Mrs. Tanner would be returning, and she must not find the "new schoolma'am" weeping. With a glance she swept the meager, pretentious room, and then, suddenly, became aware of other presences.

Seriously, too, I believe that will be the only thing that will bring your schoolma'am to Boston, or at least to our house." When the last of August came and the Nasons returned to Boston, Frank and his mother were far better friends, and the most surprised one of the four was Edith, who was not in the secret.

"Who's going to pilot the schoolma'am?" blurted Happy Jack, who was never consciously ambiguous. "You can search me," said Weary, in a you-make-me-tired tone. "She sure isn't going with Yours Truly." "Ain't she asked yuh yet?" fleered Cal. "That's funny. She told me the other day she was going to take advantage of woman's privilege, this year, and choose her own escort for the dance.

"Every fellow I've spoken to has evinced a morbid craving for curtain-pulling." Happy Jack crumpled under her sarcasm and perspired, and tried to think of something, with his brain quite paralyzed and useless. The schoolma'am continued inexorably; plainly, her brain was not paralyzed.

"Don't you dare to say any sweet things while she is here," Blanch had cautioned him at the outset. "In the first place it is not good form, and in the second it would offend her. Be as gallant as you know how, but do not let mamma see that you are any more attentive to Alice than to Ede and I. If you hope to win your pretty schoolma'am you must pay your court in her own home, not here."

"What if I'd kept on being a fool and hadn't come back at all, Girlie?" he asked softly, after a while. The schoolma'am shuddered eloquently in his arms. "It was sure lonesome it was hell out there alone," he observed, reminiscently. "It was sure h-hell back here alone, too," murmured a smothered voice which did not sound much like the clear, self-assertive tones of Miss Satterly.

He went and scraped the snow out of his saddle, and swung up, feeling that, after all, there are worse things in the world than being lost and hungry in a blizzard, with a sweet-voiced, bright-eyed little schoolma'am who can laugh like that. "I don't want to have you think I may be a bold, bad robber-man," he said, when they got going again. "My name's Rowdy Vaughan for which I beg your pardon.

And some day we'll take a lunch and go prowling around down in the Bad Lands you'll have to go, so we won't get lost and we'll have Len Adams and Rena and the schoolma'am over here often, and oh, my brain just buzzes with plans. I'm so anxious for Cecil to see the Countess and well, everybody around here. You, too." "I'm sure a curiosity," said Chip, getting on his feet again.