I do not ask gratitude.

I get affection." Keith had given notice that the school would close on a certain day.

The scholars always dropped off as summer came, to work in the crops; and the attendance of late had been slim.

This last day he hardly expected to have half a dozen pupils.

To his surprise, the school-house was filled.
Even Jake Dennison, who had been off in the mountains for some little time getting out timber, was on hand, large and good-humored, sitting beside Phrony Tripper in her pink ribbons, and fanning her hard enough to keep a mine fresh.