The school soon followed him, and all was still.
"Would he thrash ?" This was the important question in Hank Banta's mind.
And the rest looked for a battle with Bud.
"It is just nine o'clock," said Ralph, consulting his watch, "and I'm glad to see you all here promptly.

I should have given you a holiday if you had asked me like gentlemen yesterday.

On the whole, I think I shall give you a holiday, anyhow.

The school is dismissed." And Hank felt foolish.
And Bud secretly resolved to thrash Hank or the master, he didn't care which.
And Mirandy looked the love she could not utter.
And Betsey giggled..