I threw my book at her; it hit her head, and her comb was broken by my geological systems.

There was a stir; Miss Black hurried from her desk, saying, "Young ladies, what does this mean?
Miss C.Morgeson, your temper equals your vulgarity, I find.

Take your seat in my desk." I obeyed her, and as we passed Mary Bennett's desk, where I saw the paper fall, I picked it up.

"See the good manners of your favorite, Miss Black; read it." She bit her lips as she glanced over it, turned back as if to speak to Charlotte Alden, looked at me again, and went on: "Sit down, Miss C.Morgeson, and reflect on the blow you have given.

Will you ask pardon ?" "I will not; you know that." "I have never resorted to severe punishment yet; but I fear I shall be obliged to in your case." "Let me go from here." I clenched my hands, and tried to get up.