“She has promised she will do so.”
“Since that promise was made just before I got here, she has shown how readily she can forget it.”
“I will give her a longer lesson than usual and thus drive all remembrance out of her mind,” said the parson resolutely.
Budge Isham folded his arms, prepared to look on and listen, but the queen of the proceedings checked it all by an unexpected veto.
“Mr. Brush, I feel so tired.”
Her face wore a bored expression and she looked wistfully away from the blackboard toward the cabins below them.
“Does your head hurt you?” inquired the teacher with much solicitude, while the single auditor was ready to join in the protest.
“No, but mebbe it will hurt me one of these days.”
“It isn’t wise, parson, to force the child; a great deal of injury is done to children by cramming their heads with useless knowledge.”