. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . is that ? said she,peremptorily, still pointing to the first letterof the alphabet. Now I had not been usedto be scolded, and therefore felt a littleangry at the manner in which the school-mistress addressed me. Beside, at that mo-ment 1 saw Bill Keeler at the other end ofthe room, looking at me with a saucytwinkle in his eye, which made me still moreangry. What is that ? again said the school-mistress, still more sharply than before. Itwas time for me to do something.—I will nottell you! said I. Why not ? said the
. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . is that ? said she,peremptorily, still pointing to the first letterof the alphabet. Now I had not been usedto be scolded, and therefore felt a littleangry at the manner in which the school-mistress addressed me. Beside, at that mo-ment 1 saw Bill Keeler at the other end ofthe room, looking at me with a saucytwinkle in his eye, which made me still moreangry. What is that ? again said the school-mistress, still more sharply than before. Itwas time for me to do something.—I will nottell you! said I. Why not ? said the school-mistress, greatly amazed at my £ Because 1 did not come here to teach youyour letters; but I came here to learnthem/* THE SCHOOL. 7 The school-mistress shut up her Keeler rolled up his eyes, and made hismouth into a round O. Go to your seat!said the school-mistress. I turned to Stop ! said the school-mistress, giving mea slap on the side of the head; at the samemoment she opened the book, and again pre-sented the alphabet to my view. Look,. there ! said she, pointing with her finger tothe top letter; do you see that ? I an-swered, Yes. Well, that is A, saidshe. That is A? said I, doubtingly. Yes, said the mistress sharply. I donot believe it! said I. Why do you notbelieve it?3 said she. Because I neverheard of it before, I replied. Go to your 8 WIT BOUGHT. seat \ said the school-mistress; and awayI went. Such was my first days schooling. Inthe evening, Mrs. St. John called upon myuncle, and told him I was the most stupidboy she ever saw, and very ill-manneredbeside, and she hoped that I should not comeagain to her school. My uncle was greatlyoffended, not with me, but with the school-mistress. He declared I should not go nearher again ; and, for more than a year, I waspermitted to amuse myself in my own way. I was greatly pleased writh all this at thetime, but I have since often thought howseverely I was punished for my ill behaviourat school
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