The Log Schoolhouse
“The schoolhouse stood on the bank of a little river.” (Page [17])
I say I should like to tell you about that strange night; only, of course, you would not listen, with Baby Mitchell waiting up in his tree to be rescued.
But I must say that many rooms do not make kinder hearts or better manners than the lady found in those two crowded little rooms of the log-house.
The lady was not used to living as her new friends had to live, and she could not get used to it in time to go to sleep that night. So when morning came she should have felt very tired after the long walk of the day before and the sleepless night. But, remember, she was in an enchanted forest,—that is, it seemed to have enchanted air, for the moment she got out in the morning and breathed deep of the pure high air she felt as fresh as she ever felt in her life.
And the school-teacher did look so fresh and pretty!
Who was the school-teacher?
Why, she was just the school-teacher. She was young and pretty, and the little children loved her, and went to school every morning with her through the deep woods and over the many rivers.