Identifier: stnicholasserial271dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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refully, he said, and give it back tome; I want to keep it. You see, sir, he meantthe tame squirrel all the time; but why hewanted to keep it I dont know ; it s a poorcomposition, I thought, all about that squirrelPeter and I found. Never mind the squirrel, said the mayor,shortly, looking at the clock; get to the point. Yes, sir, said Johnny, rather taken aback. Where was I ? Read it carefully, and give it back, whis-pered Milly, loudly. Oh, yes. So I read it, and did nt knowwhy the master wanted me to give it back; andit was this — I copied it; and Johnny took offthe red mittens, felt in his pocket, and drewforth a faithful copy of the Boards letter to theschoolmaster, which he laid before the mayor. The gentleman glanced at the round, childshand. Go on, he said, rather less shortly. That s all, said Johnny. I gave it backnext morning, and Master Wimbledon did nteven ask me about it; he just gave me thetame squirrel. He trusted my honor, saidJohnny; that s one of his ways. The boys
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1 WHO ARE YOC, PRAY, ALL OF YOU . THE MAYOR SAID. 60 WHY THE SCHOOLMASTER FORGOT TO BRUSH HIS HAIR. 61 face fell and he dropped his head. It had beena terrible struggle to him to betray his friendsconfidence. But this is one of the things weare not going to criticize, and Johnny did notspeak of it. He raised his head and lookedat the mayor. Well ? said the mayor, not very helpfully,and looking back at Johnny. So, said Johnny, we called a meeting atthe woodshed, and decided to come over and seethe Board, and tell him how poor Mr. Wimble-don is, and about his sick mother and his twosisters—one is lame, and the other is nt — quitebright, they say, nodded Johnny, wisely. Well, said the mayor, tapping the desk witha ruler, one schoolmaster is as good as an-other, and there is a young man just waiting tobe sent to White Meadows. Oh ! said Johnny, his eyes big and earnest, one schoolmaster is nt just as good as an-other. Why, the one we had before Mr. Wim-bledon used to ferrule the girls

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