"Yes," he snarled, addressing the school; "yes, if I didn't know you,
now, and if your books were not, most of 'em, bottom side up, and if I
shouldn't be compelled in two minutes to prove the contrary, I might
possibly imagine that you were studying--yes--humph!"
I said to Mr. Baxter, as cheerfully as possible, that "we were nearly
through with our usual routine of classes for the day, but I should be
happy, of course, to repeat any of the recitations which he might care to
hear."
"Would you?" said he, looking at me not unpleasantly. "Do you really ask
me to believe that? um-m-m," he murmured, resuming his stern aspect. "Let
me see--Geography--yes, Miss Hungerford, you may call the first class in
Geography."
I did not accuse the Superintendent of Schools of malevolent intentions,
but I could honestly have affirmed that of all the divisions and
subdivisions of my empire the first class in Geography was the one least
calculated to shine on an occasion like the present.
I groaned inwardly, and called them forth. Their forlorn and wilted
appearance as they formed in line went to my heart. I was resolved to
defend them at whatever cost.
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