Then he talked to us about stealing and telling lies. Said he didn’t like to punish, but it must be done. He said he had reason to believe that the boy whose name he should call out was not honest, that he took other people’s things and told lies.
Then he told the story, all that he knew about it, and said he hoped that all concerned in it would have honor enough to speak out and own it.
Nobody said anything.
Then the master said, “William Henry, you may come to the platform.”
I went up.
Somebody way in the back part shouted out, “Don’t believe it!”
“Silence!” said the master. And he thumped his ruler on the desk.
Then he told me to take off my jacket, and fold it up. And I did.
He told me to hand my collar and ribbon to a teacher. And I did.
Then he laid down his ruler, and took his rod and bent it to see if it was limber. It wasn’t exactly a rod. It was the thing I told you about when I first came to this school.