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Not a very cheerful room long and low and badly lighted, with only two washstands, and a rather fusty flavour about the bedclothes. Don't suppose, at my age, I was critical on such points; but when I take my boy to school, I do not think, with what I know now, I shall put him anywhere where the dormitory is like that of Stonebridge House.
How he was always getting into trouble up here in town, living by himself, with far more money than he wanted, and no one "to pull him up," as he called it. How he often recalled Stonebridge House with all its hardships, and wished himself back there instead of in this unsatisfactory world of London.
A year passed, and found us at the end of it the same wretched, spiritless boys as ever. Stonebridge House had become no more tolerable, the Henniker had grown no less terrible, and our fellow "backward and troublesome boys" were just as unpleasant as they had been. No new boys had come to give us a variety, and no old boys had left.
Love had worked a marvelous transformation in this girl who had lived her life in a canyon. The burden upon her did not weigh heavily. She could not have an unhappy thought. She spoke of the village, of her Mormon companions, of daily happenings, of Stonebridge, of many things in a matter-of-fact way that showed how little they occupied her mind.
Some were detained, some were set to impositions, some were flogged, some were reduced to bread and water, some had most if not all of their worldly goods confiscated. Even Hawkesbury shared the general fate, and for a whole week all Stonebridge House groaned as it had never groaned before. Then we could stand it no longer. We all felt that; and we all found out that everybody else felt it.
"Meantime what's to be done with this?" "Elder Smith thinks the body should stay right here where it fell till they come from Stonebridge." "Waggoner was found here, then?" "Right here." "Who found him?" "Mother Smith. She came over early. An' the sight made her scream. The women all came runnin'. Mother Smith had to be put to bed." "Who found Mary?"
The first day he had seemed a little doubtful, but gradually the lines of his mouth pulled tighter at the corners, and his eyes flashed oftener, and I could guess easily enough that he at least had not found his heart's content at Stonebridge House. My term of penal servitude expired on Sunday; and in some respects I came out of it better than I had gone in.
And for lack of my lost friend, I managed to improve the acquaintance of the good-natured Flanagan, besides retaining the favour of the smiling Hawkesbury. So passed another year, at the end of which I found myself a wiser and a sadder boy, with my back turned at length on Stonebridge House, and my face towards the wide, wide world.
Of all days, Sunday at Stonebridge House was the most miserable and desperate. We had not even the occupation of lessons, still less the escape to the playground. After church, we were marched back to the school, and there set to read some dry task book till dinner.
"Withers, I'm intensely interested," replied Shefford, "and excited, too. Shall we stay here long?" "I'll stay a couple of days, then go to Stonebridge with Joe.
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