“Just-just that!” and Jimmie touched gingerly with the point of his finger the bows of Betsy Dan's apron-strings.
“Oh, I see. You were annoying Elizabeth while she was reading. No wonder she found it difficult. Now, do you think that was very nice?”
Jimmie twisted himself into a semicircle.
“N-o-o.”
“Come here, James!” Jimmie looked frightened, came round the class, and up to the master.
“Now, then,” continued the master, facing Jimmie round in front of Betsy Dan, who was still using her apron upon her eyes, “tell Elizabeth you are sorry.”
Jimmie stood in an agony of silent awkwardness, curving himself in varying directions.
“Are you sorry?”
“Y-e-e-s.”
“Well, tell her so.”