Modern essays and stories; a book to awaken appreciation of modern prose, and to develop ability and originality in writing, ed with introduction, notes, suggestive questions, subjects for written imitation directions for writing, and original illustrations . and the steeds themselves kicked and bit like thevicious leaders. Other teachers followed the young and sentimental one,and the surplus of the dinner-baskets, thrown out of thewindow or cast upon the wood-pile, bred a colony of grayrats that lived under the schoolhouse and came out to takethe air in the quiet period after the door was pad
Modern essays and stories; a book to awaken appreciation of modern prose, and to develop ability and originality in writing, ed with introduction, notes, suggestive questions, subjects for written imitation directions for writing, and original illustrations . and the steeds themselves kicked and bit like thevicious leaders. Other teachers followed the young and sentimental one,and the surplus of the dinner-baskets, thrown out of thewindow or cast upon the wood-pile, bred a colony of grayrats that lived under the schoolhouse and came out to takethe air in the quiet period after the door was padlockedat night and even ventured to come up into the school-roomand look over the books and otherwise nibble at I had advanced to the dignity of pictorial geography,as set forth in a thin, square-built, dog-eared volume, whichnot having been opened for a whole day by a certain prancinghorse, he was left to learn his lesson while the teacher wentto tea at the house below the tavern, and the wheat stubbleunder the window was soon alive with gray rodents thatlooked like the colony of seals in the geography. About this time the rats, having taken formal possession ofthe old school-house, a new school-house was built in our yf/ III .^\\ V^-^. -% My great-grandmother MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD 97 village just beyond my grandmothers house and facing herorchard. My Great-Grandmother My great-grandmother was the widow of an Episcopalclergyman, the Rev. Titus Welton, whose son was the firstrector of the village church. My only acquaintance with mygreat-grandfather was connected with the white headstonethat bore his name in the grave-yard. With the exceptionof a quaint water-color portrait in profile of my grandmotherin a mob-cap bound with a black ribbon, which was equallya portrait of the flowered back of the rocking-chair in whichshe sat, she survives in my memory in a series of see her sitting before the open fire, knitting, with one steelneedle held in a knitting-
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