116 THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

disciples of learning, she was assisted
by her mother, “ Old Miss Muggs,” as
we always called her.

She was a vinegar-faced old dame,
with a loud sharp voice, and a long
bony arm, much given to shaking, as I
have good cause to remember—my
young joints having been nearly dislo-
cated, and my first set of teeth well
nigh shaken out, by frequent exercise
of this kind on her part.

But how shall I describe my younger
teacher’s appearance ?. Have you ever
seen children put their fingers in their
mouths, and draw down the corners of
their mouths and eyes, thus flattening

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