I 'plaud your sperit!" "School-time, Cassy," said mother.

"Will you have some gingerbread to carry?
Tell me when you come home what you have read in the New Testament." "My boy does read beautiful," said Mrs.Saunders.

"Where's the potash, Mis Morgeson ?" I heard the bell toll as I loitered along the roadside, pulling a dandelion here and there, for it was in the month of May, and throwing it in the rut for the next wheel to crush.

When I reached the schoolhouse I saw through the open door that the New Testament exercise was over.

The teacher, Mrs.Desire Cushman, a tall, slender woman, in a flounced calico dress, was walking up and down the room; a class of boys and girls stood in a zigzag line before her, swaying to and fro, and drawling the multiplication table.