He used to take off his boots and, putting on an old pair of carpet slippers, walk softly up and down the room, leisurely swinging his ruler.

First and last that winter he feruled nearly all of us boys and several of the girls.

"Little love pats to assist memory," he used to say, as he brought his ruler down on the palms of our hands.
Feruling with the ruler was for ordinary, miscellaneous offenses; but Czar Brench had more picturesque punishments for the six or seven "deadly sins." If you dropped a book, he would instantly cry, "Pick up that book and fetch it to me!" Then, when you came forward, he would say, "Take it in your right hand.

Face the school.

Hold it out straight, full stretch, and keep it there till I tell you to lower it." Oh, how heavy that book soon got to be! And when Czar Brench calmly went on hearing lessons and apparently forgot you there, the discomfort soon became torture.