GIRL (prompted by one of the boys). Thith ith a wurrum. Be—careful—not—to—tread—on—it (again prompted ), or it will bite you.
TEACHER (to boy). You have multiplied wrong. Let me see: five times nine are forty-five, put down the five and carry the four, etc. (Class push and pull, but straighten into line when the teacher looks up). Next read.
BOY. This—is—the—hair—comb. Let—us—kill—him!
TEACHER. I am ashamed of you. Does c-o-m-e spell comb? (Sends boy with slate to his seat.) Hands up—those who can tell me what it does spell. Well, John?
JOHN. It spells come.
TEACHER. Right. You may read it.
JOHN. This—is—the—hair. Come—let—us—kill—him. Ow-oo-oo! (Dancing round.)
TEACHER. Well, John! What’s the matter?
JOHN. Somebody pulled my hair!
TEACHER (severely). Who pulled John’s hair?