"Donald lie!" he cried.
"Yes, Donald did lie," she conceded, "but you should not punish him."
"Donald call savage. Wathemah kill he!"
The teacher continued to hold him firmly. She tried to reason with him, but her words made no impression.
The child stood resolute. He lifted a scornful finger toward Donald, and said in a tone of contempt:
"Donald lie. Wathemah no lie."
The teacher released him, and told him to see her after school. Then the afternoon session began. But Wathemah's place was vacant.
As the hours passed, it became evident that Donald was not as happy as usual. He was in disgrace. At last his class was called. He hung his head in shame. Esther did not press him to recite.
The hour for dismissal came. The little culprit sat alone in the farther corner of the room. Carla started out to find Wathemah.
The loud accusing tick of the clock beat upon Donald's ear. The teacher was busy, and at first paid no attention to him. She heard a sniffling in the corner. Still no attention. At last she sat down by the lad, and said very gently: