Half-Past Seven Stories by Robert Gordon Anderson
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"The boy stood on the burning deck," still louder. "Yes, yes, my little man," said the Presidentboardeducation, still with that smile that Jehosophat hated so, and before he knew it he was shouting right back at the spectacles:-- "Eating peanuts by the peck. His father called 'e wouldngo _Causehelovedispeanutsso!"_ Yes sir, he shouted the last line oh, so loud, like a little bull, right in the Presidentboardeducation's face. And the Presidentboardeducation was so startled that he almost knocked the pitcher of water off the table. And the teacher's glasses fell off her nose, and she seemed to be unable to find them in her embarrassment--and then--the whole audience roared till the walls of the little Red Schoolhouse echoed to their laughter, and Jehosophat saw Fatty slapping his fat legs in delight. Meanwhile, Jehosophat wasn't losing any time. He just hurried to the window, climbed up on the seat, then on the sill, and dropped on the soft grass below, and ran up the road towards home, just as fast as he could travel. He hadn't gone far when he heard someone calling,-- "Hey, Sonny!" He turned with relief. |
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