“Father! Do you want another mate?”
But the sleeper did not—at least, not in this world.
AN ECHO FROM THE OLD BARK SCHOOL
It was the first Monday after the holidays. The children had taken their seats in the Old Bark School, and the master called out the roll as usual:
“Arvie Aspinall.”... “’Es, sir.”
“David Cooper.”... “Yes, sir.”
“John Heegard.”... “Yezzer.”
“Joseph Swallow.”... “Yesser.”
“James Bullock.”... “Present.”
“Frederick Swallow.”... “Y’sir.”