"He brung it and let it out on purpose," informed Tim eagerly. Little Teacher never encouraged talebearing, but she was so discomfited by the exposure of the ruling weakness peculiar to her sex that she decided to discipline her favorite pupil upon his acknowledgment of guilt. "You may bring your books and sit on the platform," she ordered indignantly. David did not in the least mind his assignment to so prominent a position, but he did mind Little Teacher's attitude toward him throughout the day. He sought to propitiate her by coming to her assistance in many little tasks, but she persistently ignored his overtures. He then ventured to seek enlightenment regarding his studies, but she coldly informed him he could remain after school to ask his questions. David began to feel troubled, and looked out of the window for an inspiration. He found one in the form of big, brawny, Jim Block--"Teacher's Jim," as the school children all called him. "There goes Teacher's Jim," sang David, _soto voce_. The shot told. For the second time that day Little Teacher showed outward and visible signs of an inward disturbance. With a blush she turned quickly to the window and watched with expressive eyes the stalwart figure striding over the rough-frozen road. In an instant, however, she had recalled herself to earth, and David's dancing eyes renewed her hostility toward him. Toward the end of the day she began to feel somewhat appeased by his docility and evident repentance. Her manner had perceptibly changed by the time the closing exercise began. This was the writing of words on the blackboard for the pupils to use in sentences. She pointed to the first word, "income." "Who can make a sentence and use that word correctly?" she asked. "Do call on Tim," whispered David. "He so loves to be the first to tell anything." She smiled her appreciation of Tim's prominent characteristic, and looked at the youngster, who was wringing his hand in an agony of eagerness. She gave him the floor, and he jumped to his feet in triumph, yelling: "In come a mouse!" This was too much for David's composure, and he gave way to an infectious fit of laughter, in which the pupils joined. Little Teacher found the allusion personal and uncomfortable. She at once assumed her former distant mien, demanding David's presence after school closed. "You have no gratitude, David," she stated emphatically. The boy winced, and his eyes darkened with concern, as he remembered his mother's parting injunction. Little Teacher softened slightly. "You are sorry, aren't you, David?" she asked gently. He looked at her meditatively. "No, Teacher," he answered quietly. She flushed angrily. "David Dunne, you may go home, and you needn't come back to school again until you tell me you are sorry." David took his books and walked serenely from the room. He went home by the way of Jim Block's farm. "Hullo, Dave!" called Big Jim, who was in the barnyard.