urchin had put the bars up again and run away.— This was repeated several times; and the exasperated visitor could never succeed in catching her tormentor.
His parents came home in the midst of the frolic, and he had a sound whipping.
He had calculated upon this result all the time, and the uneasy feeling had done much to mar his sport; but on the whole, he concluded such rare fun was well worth a flogging.
The boys at school were apt to neglect their lessons while they were munching apples.
In order to break up this disorderly habit, the master made it a rule to take away every apple found upon them.— He placed such forfeited articles upon his desk, with the agreement that any boy might have them, who could succeed in abstracting them without being observed by him. One day, when a large rosy-cheeked apple stood temptingly on the desk, Isaac stepped up to have his pen mended.
He stood very demurely at first, but soon began to gaze earnestly out of the window, behind the desk.
The master inquired what he was looking at. He replied, ‘I am watching a flock of ducks trying to swim on the ice. How queerly they waddle and slide about!’
‘Ducks swim on ice!’
exclaimed the schoolmaster; and he turned to observe such an unusual spectacle.
It was only for an instant; but the apple meanwhile was transferred to the pocket of his cunning pupil.