“Sir, we are honored, not intruded, as you shall witness. Will you give yourself the pain to enter the school-place? I say not schoolhouse; ’tis, as its humble teacher, not fitly so nominated. But you shall therein find a school which, the more taken by surprise, not the less prepared.”
“The State ought to build you a good schoolhouse,” said the stranger, with a slight frown that seemed official.
“Ah! sir,” cried the young schoolmaster, beaming gratitude from his whole surface, “I—I”—he smote his breast,—“I would reimburst her in good citizen’ and mother’ of good citizen’! And both reading, writing, and also ciphering,—arithmeticulating, in the English tongue, and grammatically! But enter and investigate.”
A hush fell upon the school and the audience beyond it as the two men came in. Every scholar was in place—the little ones with bare, dangling feet, their shapely sun-tanned ankles just peeping from pantaloons and pantalettes of equal length; the older lads beyond them; and off at the left the larger girls, and Sidonie. The visitor, as his eye fell last upon her, silently and all to himself drew a long whistle of admiration. The master stood and eyed him with unspoken but confessed pride. A little maiden of six slipped from the bench to the earth floor, came forward, gave her hand, and noiselessly returned. One by one, with eyes dropped, the remaining sixteen girls followed. It seemed for a moment as if the contagion might break out in the audience, but the symptom passed.
There was just room on the teacher’s little platform for Bonaventure to seat his visitor a little at one side and stand behind his desk. The fateful moment had come. The master stood nervously drawn up, bell in hand. With a quick, short motion he gave it one tap, and set it down.
“That, sir, is to designate attention!” He waved a triumphant hand toward the spectacle before them.
“Perfect!” murmured the stranger. A look of earnest ecstasy broke out upon the master’s face. He turned at first upon the audience and then upon the school.
“Chil’run, chil’run, he p’onounce you perfect!” He turned again upon the visitor, threw high his right hand, flirted it violently, and cried:—
“At random! exclusively at random; state what class! at random!”
“I—I doubt if I under”—