The Reformation of Gussie Hooker
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when Miss Harvey heard the loud slamming of two doors and the clatter as of iron shod feet upon the corridor leading to her classroom, she knew that master Tommy Playfair had returned from Chicago instinctively. She drew herself up in her chair, compressed her lips, and braced herself for the coming shock. Tommy had gone to Chicago with his father just before the opening of school, and for the first two weeks of class each day had seemed to Miss Harvey as a sunday A sabbath calm pervaded her 20 little boys and 18 little girls. Miss Harvey was pleased to style their conduct, Angelique. But now, as the clatter drew near she felt that the sunday school days were over. Where's Gussie hooker, paul? Tom! His voice entering the room a second or two before his chubby face appeared. How do you do, Miss Harvey? I've had a great time, but I'm glad to get back. Where's Gussie? Oh, there he is in front, say, MS Harvey, can I sit next to him? You may not Tommy, answered Miss Harvey, shaking the hand which tom, while running his eyes over the class was good enough to extend towards her. You two together would create too much confusion. He is troublesome enough, and that's for yourself. You seem to be more boisterous. Now, after your trip than you were before you left for Chicago. Tom during these remarks was bestowing nods and smiles upon various friends, he appeared to pay no attention whatsoever to Miss harvey it does not follow, however, that he did not take in every word one of the problems of life is to know when a youngster is not paying attention. Look here, Miss Harvey said Tom, bringing his mouth to her ear, and sinking his voice to a confession whisper. I promise Gus sees mother to take care of him. He needs care, you know, he's the hardest not on our block, and I want to reform him. If you let me sit next to him, I'll do my best to behave. Tom made a swift reach for a fly on the table, missed him, and resumed his whisper. You know, I don't like him any too much, but I like his mother. She's got sense. She doesn't kiss me every time I go to her house, the way some women do, she treats me like a boy, and listens to me when I talk well, tom! Said Miss Harvey, after a moment's consideration, I think I can depend upon your word. Yes, ma'am, I'll do my best to be quiet, if I don't, it will be because I forget. You may sit with Gussie. Tom, for very joy, shook his tangled mane of black hair, his eyes sparkled, and his face relaxed into a smile of gratitude. Thank you, ma'am. I'll stick to my word till Gussie is reformed, and then queried the teacher. Why, then, then we'll just start over again, and thus, with a firm but temporary purpose of amendment. He seated himself beside Gussie