COM. That’s putty good. You hev exceeded my suspicions and I am disguised that yu should du so well. This is the most supernatural class I ever seen. Mr. Snodgrass, I congratterlate you on sech ambiguous pupils. Gee there now and take yer seats. (Class pass to seats.) Neow yeou ain’t got no little song you can sing, hev ye?
CHORUS. Yes, yes, our Motion Song!
COM. Wal, I wouldn’t mind hearing it, Mr. Snodgrass, ef it’s conwenient.
TEACHER. You may all put away your books.
BOY (laughing). He! he! he!
TEACHER. Robert, stand! Explain what you were laughing at.
ROBERT (half laughing and half crying). Nappy Jones says that Seth Green’s striped stockings make him look like a barber’s pole!
COM. (laughing). Wal, he’s only a leetle shaver, anyhow! Ain’t that so, Seth?
SETH. Yes sir! (Doubling up fists and threatening N. JONES.) You jest wait till I ketch you after school! (Said in an undertone.)
TEACHER. Robert, go out in the shed and chop to-morrow’s wood. I’ll excuse you the rest of the morning. (Exit ROBERT.)