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"
What
'll
you
take
for
her
?
"
"
What
'll
you
give
?
"
"
Piece
of
lickrish
and
a
fish-hook
.
"
"
Less
see
'em
.
"
Tom
exhibited
.
They
were
satisfactory
,
and
the
property
changed
hands
.
Then
Tom
traded
a
couple
of
white
alleys
for
three
red
tickets
,
and
some
small
trifle
or
other
for
a
couple
of
blue
ones
.
He
waylaid
other
boys
as
they
came
,
and
went
on
buying
tickets
of
various
colors
ten
or
fifteen
minutes
longer
.
He
entered
the
church
,
now
,
with
a
swarm
of
clean
and
noisy
boys
and
girls
,
proceeded
to
his
seat
and
started
a
quarrel
with
the
first
boy
that
came
handy
.
The
teacher
,
a
grave
,
elderly
man
,
interfered
;
then
turned
his
back
a
moment
and
Tom
pulled
a
boy
's
hair
in
the
next
bench
,
and
was
absorbed
in
his
book
when
the
boy
turned
around
;
stuck
a
pin
in
another
boy
,
presently
,
in
order
to
hear
him
say
"
Ouch
!
"
and
got
a
new
reprimand
from
his
teacher
.
Tom
's
whole
class
were
of
a
pattern
--
restless
,
noisy
,
and
troublesome
.
When
they
came
to
recite
their
lessons
,
not
one
of
them
knew
his
verses
perfectly
,
but
had
to
be
prompted
all
along
.
However
,
they
worried
through
,
and
each
got
his
reward
--
in
small
blue
tickets
,
each
with
a
passage
of
Scripture
on
it
;
each
blue
ticket
was
pay
for
two
verses
of
the
recitation
.
Ten
blue
tickets
equalled
a
red
one
,
and
could
be
exchanged
for
it
;
ten
red
tickets
equalled
a
yellow
one
;
for
ten
yellow
tickets
the
superintendent
gave
a
very
plainly
bound
Bible
(
worth
forty
cents
in
those
easy
times
)
to
the
pupil
.
How
many
of
my
readers
would
have
the
industry
and
application
to
memorize
two
thousand
verses
,
even
for
a
Dore
Bible
?
And
yet
Mary
had
acquired
two
Bibles
in
this
way
--
it
was
the
patient
work
of
two
years
--
and
a
boy
of
German
parentage
had
won
four
or
five
.
He
once
recited
three
thousand
verses
without
stopping
;
but
the
strain
upon
his
mental
faculties
was
too
great
,
and
he
was
little
better
than
an
idiot
from
that
day
forth
--
a
grievous
misfortune
for
the
school
,
for
on
great
occasions
,
before
company
,
the
superintendent
(
as
Tom
expressed
it
)
had
always
made
this
boy
come
out
and
"
spread
himself
.
"
Only
the
older
pupils
managed
to
keep
their
tickets
and
stick
to
their
tedious
work
long
enough
to
get
a
Bible
,
and
so
the
delivery
of
one
of
these
prizes
was
a
rare
and
noteworthy
circumstance
;
the
successful
pupil
was
so
great
and
conspicuous
for
that
day
that
on
the
spot
every
scholar
's
heart
was
fired
with
a
fresh
ambition
that
often
lasted
a
couple
of
weeks
.
It
is
possible
that
Tom
's
mental
stomach
had
never
really
hungered
for
one
of
those
prizes
,
but
unquestionably
his
entire
being
had
for
many
a
day
longed
for
the
glory
and
the
eclat
that
came
with
it
.
In
due
course
the
superintendent
stood
up
in
front
of
the
pulpit
,
with
a
closed
hymn-book
in
his
hand
and
his
forefinger
inserted
between
its
leaves
,
and
commanded
attention
.
When
a
Sunday-school
superintendent
makes
his
customary
little
speech
,
a
hymn-book
in
the
hand
is
as
necessary
as
is
the
inevitable
sheet
of
music
in
the
hand
of
a
singer
who
stands
forward
on
the
platform
and
sings
a
solo
at
a
concert
--
though
why
,
is
a
mystery
:
for
neither
the
hymn-book
nor
the
sheet
of
music
is
ever
referred
to
by
the
sufferer
.
This
superintendent
was
a
slim
creature
of
thirty-five
,
with
a
sandy
goatee
and
short
sandy
hair
;
he
wore
a
stiff
standing-collar
whose
upper
edge
almost
reached
his
ears
and
whose
sharp
points
curved
forward
abreast
the
corners
of
his
mouth
--
a
fence
that
compelled
a
straight
lookout
ahead
,
and
a
turning
of
the
whole
body
when
a
side
view
was
required
;
his
chin
was
propped
on
a
spreading
cravat
which
was
as
broad
and
as
long
as
a
bank-note
,
and
had
fringed
ends
;
his
boot
toes
were
turned
sharply
up
,
in
the
fashion
of
the
day
,
like
sleigh-runners
--
an
effect
patiently
and
laboriously
produced
by
the
young
men
by
sitting
with
their
toes
pressed
against
a
wall
for
hours
together
.
Mr.
Walters
was
very
earnest
of
mien
,
and
very
sincere
and
honest
at
heart
;
and
he
held
sacred
things
and
places
in
such
reverence
,
and
so
separated
them
from
worldly
matters
,
that
unconsciously
to
himself
his
Sunday-school
voice
had
acquired
a
peculiar
intonation
which
was
wholly
absent
on
week-days
.
He
began
after
this
fashion
:
"
Now
,
children
,
I
want
you
all
to
sit
up
just
as
straight
and
pretty
as
you
can
and
give
me
all
your
attention
for
a
minute
or
two
.
There
--
that
is
it
.
That
is
the
way
good
little
boys
and
girls
should
do
.
I
see
one
little
girl
who
is
looking
out
of
the
window
--
I
am
afraid
she
thinks
I
am
out
there
somewhere
--
perhaps
up
in
one
of
the
trees
making
a
speech
to
the
little
birds
.
(
Applausive
titter
.
)
I
want
to
tell
you
how
good
it
makes
me
feel
to
see
so
many
bright
,
clean
little
faces
assembled
in
a
place
like
this
,
learning
to
do
right
and
be
good
.
"
And
so
forth
and
so
on
.
It
is
not
necessary
to
set
down
the
rest
of
the
oration
.
It
was
of
a
pattern
which
does
not
vary
,
and
so
it
is
familiar
to
us
all
.
The
latter
third
of
the
speech
was
marred
by
the
resumption
of
fights
and
other
recreations
among
certain
of
the
bad
boys
,
and
by
fidgetings
and
whisperings
that
extended
far
and
wide
,
washing
even
to
the
bases
of
isolated
and
incorruptible
rocks
like
Sid
and
Mary
.
But
now
every
sound
ceased
suddenly
,
with
the
subsidence
of
Mr.
Walters
'
voice
,
and
the
conclusion
of
the
speech
was
received
with
a
burst
of
silent
gratitude
.
