CHAPTER XI.
LITTLE GRANDFATHER.
But let us hear the geography class.
The pupils stay in their seats to recite, while the master walks the floor and switches his boots. There is such a fearful uproar to-day that he has to raise his voice as if he were speaking a ship in a storm.
"What two rivers unite to form the Ohio?"
"A pint of clover seed and a bushel of Timothy," replies William Parlin, in a low voice.
"Right," returns Mr. Purple, who has not heard a word, but never contradicts William because his father is on the committee.—"Next: Soil of Kentucky?"
"Flat-boats and flat-irons," replies one of the twins, just loud enough to set the boys laughing three seats before and behind him.
"Very well, ver-y well.—Less laughing.—What is the capital? Speak up distinctly."
"Capital punishment," responds the other twin, cracking an acorn.