The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1877-08-02
ijIMPLE's FIRST scHooL.DAY.

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Aunt PATIE led Dimple to the RED
echool- house one warm Monday and in
Itr0duced him to Miss Peaselee with these
words M
ffc's d good.tempered child, but 8
master hand at mischief, 30 I'm driver
out of my wits some days"
Aunt Patie gave his hand q little shake
kissed him ana then hastened home.
"Now Dimple Stacy" said the teach.
er, "here is a primer, and you can sit by
AIay Vail. See whatia good girl she /
"but I'm not q girl, said Dimple,
plaintively. How can befy
Mary Vail had smooth, fair hair and
pale, blue EYES looking out of pale, fair
face. Somehow she made Dimple think
of Aunt Patie's calico wrapper, and he
asked in loud whisper:
"What makes you faded?. Did your
mamma wash you in too soapy water?"
Mary Vail laughed at this droll ques-
ton, showing such pretty white teeth that
Dimp1e decided he liked her
But you're more prettey than j ex-
pected; I'll give you half my saucer pie, +"
he added, graciously.
Most of the scholars brought q lunch,
and Dimple knew grandma had put up an
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on the nail under his hat.
He felt like being very generous to his
small companion. Before he had sat
with her an hour he had told her all
about his homo with grandma, how he
had upset the pitcher, let out the little
pigs and tipped over the churn, SO there
was such buzzing and giggling in the
front seat that Miss Peaselee raped on
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Less noise, Mary Vail; thought you
were my best Scholar
'sYes'm," said Dimple; "but It's me, you
know. I'm telling her stories.''
Come and read,, said Miss Peaselee.
Mary Vail could read in words of three
letters, but Dimple was only in the alpha
bet, and queer work he made of the let
ters. He got tired, and while his little
log" he began to look about for amuse-
ment.
Fat Sammy Sparks had tipped up the
water pail on the shelf to dip out mug
full for drinking. The tilted pail and fat
Sammy looked too tempting. Dimple
stood on tiptoe, gave the pail push, and
splash went the water into the face and
over the body of the astonished boy, del-
uglng the floor us well.
Dimple Stacyin said Miss Peaselee
but Dimple had skipped away to his seat,
four fingers of his right hand very wet
and inky, where he had meddled with
Ruth Vcse's ink bottle on his way.
Miss Peaselee shook him slightly and
lifted him suddenly to the top of her
desk on the platform, where she held him
by one foot until the scholars went out at
recess.
Then she turned him about and asked /;
How old are your
"Aost five," said Dimple. i.a
81 have little nephew only two years
old. He does such things as you do. He
NEEDLES, and tips over things, and makes
a noise when he ought to be still, and
gives us so much trouble we have to tie
him to the table-leg with string to keep
him from mischief. Rut he is a baby; we
think he will know better and behave bet
ter when he grows up.
" Dimple Stacy is almost five, and just
as troublesome as this baby Joe. He
does not know how to be grown up and
manly"
These were new ideas to Dimple and he
grew very red as he listened.
"Shall we call you Baby Dimple, and
tie you to the table?' ia
Dimple rubbed his eyes and shook his
head.
"a man likes to help along and not
make work for others; baby loves to
make trouble because he knows no bet
ter. Will you be little man or silly
baby s''
"A little ma. AMI" sobbed Dimple.
4 Ia all the scolding that followed his
mischief he had never been told the trrth
in this way, and his small mind wEs filed
with astonishment and shame.
Miss Peaselee smiled as she lifted him
down from the desk, and sbe/kissed him
heartily. se4
"Tien will trust you 70 be my little
helper, and not my little troublesome
tease. Shall l p y
"Yes'm," Said Bimple, walking out in
q subdued frame of mind.
Do you like school ~ asked grandma,
that afternoon.
"Some 1 do and some DON'T" said
Dimple, slowly. But Think you better
put me into long trowsers, grandma, for
I'm going to be q man now l''- Youth g
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