perished. Another said that if the man hadn't treated his horse
kindly, he never would have come at his whistle, and stood over
him to see what he could do to help him. A third child said that the
people on the river weren't as quick at hearing the voice of the man
in trouble as the horse was.

When this talk was over, the president called for some stories of
foreign animals.

Another boy came forward, made his bow, and said, in a short,
abrupt voice, "My uncle's name is Henry Worthington. He is an
Englishman, and once he was a soldier in India. One day when he
was hunting in the Punjab, he saw a mother monkey carrying a
little dead baby monkey. Six months after, he was in the same
jungle. Saw same monkey still carrying dead baby monkey, all
shriveled up. Mother monkey loved her baby monkey, and
wouldn't give it up."

The boy went to his seat, and the president, with a queer look in
his face, said, "That's a very good story, Ronald if it is true."

None of the children laughed, but Mrs. Wood's face got like a red
poppy, and Miss Laura bit her lip, and Mr. Maxwell buried his
head in his arms, his whole frame shaking.

The boy who told the story looked very angry. He jumped up
again. "My uncle's a true man, Phil Dodge, and never told a lie in
his life."

The president remained standing, his face a deep scarlet, and a tall