TEACHER. Next!
B. F. S. (_drawling_). My father knows you. He used ter go to school
with you. Says you and him played hookey one day and tumbled inter
the mill-pond--and--he! he! ye both got a flogging!--My name's
Benjamin Franklin Squeers, like my father's. (_Scholars titter._)
TEACHER. That will do, Benjamin Franklin. Your father evidently had
some one else in mind. The class may sing the multiplication table.
(_Class sing "Five times one are five," etc., to the tune of Yankee
Doodle._)
TEACHER. You may now all take your books and slates. The infant class
may pass out on the floor. You may look at the words on the board
and get ready to read them. (_Class forms a semicircle in front of
teacher's desk or board. Teacher writes the following on board:_)
1. Herod the tetrarch.
2. This is a worm; do not tread on it.
3. This is the heir; come, let us kill him.
FIRST BOY (_reads slowly_). He--rode--the--Don't know that word.
TEACHER. Didn't I tell you to study while I was writing?