But here, as skillfully executed as chalk would allow, was a drawing representing “Old Uncle Ned” at full gallop, Becky seated upon his back, and the captain in full pursuit—so well done, that the captain, following the direction of all eyes, instantly recognized it. Incensed he made a dart at Becky; but the nimble artist dodged him, and fled to the farther end of the room. This produced another roar from the scholars. The captain checked his pursuit, turned about, and fled from the room, banging the door behind him.
Harry Thompson rapped the desk, and commanded silence.
“Miss Becky Sleeper, remove that drawing from the blackboard at once,” he said sternly.
Becky looked up at him with a mischievous smile, which instantly disappeared, as she met his eye. She meekly obeyed, and the picture vanished.
“Now, take your place. You, too, Master Teddy.”
Teddy went over among the boys, and Becky followed him. Another roar from the scholars.
“Silence!” from the teacher. “Miss Becky, you will take your place among the girls, where you belong.”
Becky went the whole length of the room, scowling at the girls, who had laughed at her blunder, and took a seat by the window.
Harry concluded his record by affixing the names of Teddy and Becky, who were the only new scholars.
“The exercises will be very short this morning, and there will be but one session. I shall only call upon you to read; that concluded, you will be dismissed for the day.”