AMY— I think being disgraced in school is a great deal tryinger
than anything bad boys can do. Susie Perkins came to school today with a lovely
red carnelian ring. I wanted it dreadfully, and wished I was her with all my
might. Well, she drew a picture of Mr. Davis, with a monstrous nose and a hump,
and the words, ‘Young ladies, my eye is upon you!’ coming out of his mouth in a
balloon thing. We were laughing over it when all of a sudden his eye was
on us, and he ordered Susie to bring up her slate. She was parrylized
with fright, but she went, and oh, what do you think he did? He took
her by the ear—the ear! Just fancy how horrid!—and led her to the recitation
platform, and made her stand there half an hour, holding the slate so everyone
could see. The girls, they sat still as mice, and Susie cried quarts, I know
she did. I didn’t envy her then, for I felt that millions of carnelian rings
wouldn’t have made me happy after that. I never, never should have got over
such a agonizing mortification.
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