Identifier: stnicholasserial371dodg (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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d a circle about thecenter of the room, thestudy-table having beenpushed aside. Evan won-dered if Malcolm wasthere, but failed to see him. If Frank Hopkins wasmaster of ceremonies, Ed-gar Prentiss was undoubt-edly his first lieutenant anda most able one. Hopkinslooked over the initiatesdisgustedly. A mighty small cropthis year, he said, and apretty poor one, too. Who sfirst, Ed? Lets have Little Nemo,said Prentiss, pointing tothe boy in the nightgown.Come out here, Little Ne-mo. Step forward and makea nice bow to the company. The youth obeyed, tryingvery hard to smile. What s your name, kid ? demanded Hopkins. George Winship. Say sir when addressing the HonorableCourt, Prentiss commanded. What are youdoing here? I dont know —sir. You dont know? What did you come herefor? Dont you really know why you are here? To learn, sir. I came here to learn, sir. Good. Can you sing? N-no, sir. All right. Then go ahead and sing. I cant. You ve got to. The boy looked distressedly around the circle
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EVAN WENT THROUGH THE MOTIONS OF KICKING THE BALL. of amused faces. What—what shall I sing?he asked. What would you like best, sir? Anything, answered Hopkins. Only get at it. Do you know Rock-a-bye, Baby ? askedPrentiss, scoring a laugh from the audience. The boy shook his head. All I know is Onward Christian Soldiers, Iguess, he said, and I dont believe I know that. 1910.) KINGSFORD, QUARTER 435 Let s hear that, then, said Prentiss. Butthere was a murmur of disapproval, and Robgrowled: No, no, no, Prentiss, that s a hymn. Leavethat out and let the kid go. Hello, Lanky Rob, you here? returned Pren-tiss. Dont give advice. Can you recite any-thing, Little Nemo? The boy shook his head again. Sure? demanded Hopkins, suspiciously. Yes—sir. What can you do, then ? Have nt you anyparlor tricks? The boy considered a moment, painfully will-ing to oblige, but at a loss what to say. Then,his face lighting up, I can dance the Highland fling! he an-nounced eagerly. A howl of amused approval w

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