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‘
You
must
promise
me
first
,
’
said
the
schoolmaster
,
‘
that
you
’
ll
not
be
noisy
,
or
at
least
,
if
you
are
,
that
you
’
ll
go
away
and
be
so
—
away
out
of
the
village
I
mean
.
I
’
m
sure
you
wouldn
’
t
disturb
your
old
playmate
and
companion
.
’
There
was
a
general
murmur
(
and
perhaps
a
very
sincere
one
,
for
they
were
but
boys
)
in
the
negative
;
and
the
tall
boy
,
perhaps
as
sincerely
as
any
of
them
,
called
those
about
him
to
witness
that
he
had
only
shouted
in
a
whisper
.
‘
Then
pray
don
’
t
forget
,
there
’
s
my
dear
scholars
,
’
said
the
schoolmaster
,
‘
what
I
have
asked
you
,
and
do
it
as
a
favour
to
me
.
Be
as
happy
as
you
can
,
and
don
’
t
be
unmindful
that
you
are
blessed
with
health
.
Good
-
bye
all
!
’
‘
Thank
’
ee
,
Sir
,
’
and
‘
good
-
bye
,
Sir
,
’
were
said
a
good
many
times
in
a
variety
of
voices
,
and
the
boys
went
out
very
slowly
and
softly
.
But
there
was
the
sun
shining
and
there
were
the
birds
singing
,
as
the
sun
only
shines
and
the
birds
only
sing
on
holidays
and
half
-
holidays
;
there
were
the
trees
waving
to
all
free
boys
to
climb
and
nestle
among
their
leafy
branches
;
the
hay
,
entreating
them
to
come
and
scatter
it
to
the
pure
air
;
the
green
corn
,
gently
beckoning
towards
wood
and
stream
;
the
smooth
ground
,
rendered
smoother
still
by
blending
lights
and
shadows
,
inviting
to
runs
and
leaps
,
and
long
walks
God
knows
whither
.
It
was
more
than
boy
could
bear
,
and
with
a
joyous
whoop
the
whole
cluster
took
to
their
heels
and
spread
themselves
about
,
shouting
and
laughing
as
they
went
.
‘
It
’
s
natural
,
thank
Heaven
!
’
said
the
poor
schoolmaster
,
looking
after
them
.
‘
I
’
m
very
glad
they
didn
’
t
mind
me
!
’
It
is
difficult
,
however
,
to
please
everybody
,
as
most
of
us
would
have
discovered
,
even
without
the
fable
which
bears
that
moral
,
and
in
the
course
of
the
afternoon
several
mothers
and
aunts
of
pupils
looked
in
to
express
their
entire
disapproval
of
the
schoolmaster
’
s
proceeding
.
A
few
confined
themselves
to
hints
,
such
as
politely
inquiring
what
red
-
letter
day
or
saint
’
s
day
the
almanack
said
it
was
;
a
few
(
these
were
the
profound
village
politicians
)
argued
that
it
was
a
slight
to
the
throne
and
an
affront
to
church
and
state
,
and
savoured
of
revolutionary
principles
,
to
grant
a
half
-
holiday
upon
any
lighter
occasion
than
the
birthday
of
the
Monarch
;
but
the
majority
expressed
their
displeasure
on
private
grounds
and
in
plain
terms
,
arguing
that
to
put
the
pupils
on
this
short
allowance
of
learning
was
nothing
but
an
act
of
downright
robbery
and
fraud
:
and
one
old
lady
,
finding
that
she
could
not
inflame
or
irritate
the
peaceable
schoolmaster
by
talking
to
him
,
bounced
out
of
his
house
and
talked
at
him
for
half
-
an
-
hour
outside
his
own
window
,
to
another
old
lady
,
saying
that
of
course
he
would
deduct
this
half
-
holiday
from
his
weekly
charge
,
or
of
course
he
would
naturally
expect
to
have
an
opposition
started
against
him
;
there
was
no
want
of
idle
chaps
in
that
neighbourhood
(
here
the
old
lady
raised
her
voice
)
,
and
some
chaps
who
were
too
idle
even
to
be
schoolmasters
,
might
soon
find
that
there
were
other
chaps
put
over
their
heads
,
and
so
she
would
have
them
take
care
,
and
look
pretty
sharp
about
them
.
But
all
these
taunts
and
vexations
failed
to
elicit
one
word
from
the
meek
schoolmaster
,
who
sat
with
the
child
by
his
side
—
a
little
more
dejected
perhaps
,
but
quite
silent
and
uncomplaining
.
Towards
night
an
old
woman
came
tottering
up
the
garden
as
speedily
as
she
could
,
and
meeting
the
schoolmaster
at
the
door
,
said
he
was
to
go
to
Dame
West
’
s
directly
,
and
had
best
run
on
before
her
.
He
and
the
child
were
on
the
point
of
going
out
together
for
a
walk
,
and
without
relinquishing
her
hand
,
the
schoolmaster
hurried
away
,
leaving
the
messenger
to
follow
as
she
might
.
