"You needn't laugh," said Alexia grimly; "I guess you wouldn't if you had
our Miss Salisbury at your school, Jasper King."
"Is she any worse than our Mr. Fraser?" said Jasper. "I wonder. I tell you
what, Alexia, he keeps us boys at it! Doesn't he, Pick?"
"Well, I rather guess," said Picketing concisely, but his look told
volumes.
"Oh, you boys have an easy enough time," said Alexia, with a sniff, "and
you are always grumbling about how hard it is, while I don't say a word,
but just bear things."
"I'm so sorry for poor Miss Salisbury," observed Pickering, lazily watching
Jasper's efforts.
"Well, you needn't be," retorted Alexia; "she's very fond of me, Miss
Salisbury is, and I don't in the least know what she'd do if I left her
school. But I never shall go away, for I just dote on her."
"It looks like it," said Pickering, with a laugh.
"Well, I do," declared Alexia; "she's my very sweetest friend, except Polly
Pepper, so there!"
"Oh, dear me! I don't know what next to say," cried Jasper, holding off the
notice at arm's length, and scowling at it dreadfully.
"You ought to see your face, Jasper," cried Alexia. "Dear me! it's
positively awful."
"Well, it's not half as bad as I feel," said Jasper, "with this terrible
old notice weighing me down."
"'Attention'," drawled Pickering, reading the two lines.
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