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not proud, or, it may be Isabella, or Agnes,
but Fatima ! but sch! sch ! there comes Miss
Wright! sch! sch!’’

And now, ‘‘ Ah, children, good morning !
Mary Alton; Lizzie; Louise ; Julia,—and
Frank, and Charles—bless you, children, all
of you!”’ were the exclamations of a kind,
heartsome voice, as a sedate little woman
with gray hair and cap-borders showing un-
derneath her bonnet, appeared upon the
ground.

_ It was Miss Wright. The good, right-
thinking, upright, much-beloved and much-
loving Miss Wright, who had taught the
little school not one season alone, but many,
and who was looked up to by every person in
the district even as a dear wise counselor
and friend. That was all mere idle bravado
the boys had said about fun, they would not
one of them have countenanced an insurrec-

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