Christmas stories; Families -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
"Oh, that is too bad! But don't you feel that you did right?"
"I'll tell you better when it comes time to engage a teacher for next
year."
"Oh, dear! Maybe they'll put in a new school committee at the July
school meeting. They ought to."
"The Elder and his comrades in crime have been in office for eight or
ten years, I understand. They are fairly glued there, and it will take
a good deal to oust them. You see, they have nothing to do with the
building of the new school."
"But if that school is finished and ready for occupancy next fall, you
ought to be at the head of it. It won't be fair to put you out,"
Janice said, with gravity.
"We'll hope for the best," and Nelson Haley laughed as usual. "But if
I lose my job and have to beg my bread from door to door, I hope you
will remember, Janice, that I told you so."
"You are perfectly ridiculous," declared the girl. "Aren't you ever
serious two minutes at a time?"
"Pooh! what's the good of being 'solemncholly'? Take things as they
come--that's _my_ motto."
Still, Janice believed that the young man was really becoming more
deeply interested in the Poketown school and its problems that he was
willing to admit, even to her. She had heard that the Middletown
architect who was planning the school had consulted Nelson Haley
several times upon important points, and that the teacher was the most
active of all the five special committeemen.
They reached the sugar camp before the middle of the forenoon, although
the roads at that season were very heavy. Winter had by no means
departed, although a raucous-voiced jay or two had come up from the
swamp and scoured the open wood as though already in search of spring
quarters.
The Hammett sugar camp consisted of an open shed in which to boil the
sap and an old cabin--perhaps one of the first built in these New
Hampshire grants--in which dinner was to be cooked and eaten. Miss
Blossom Hammett was already busy over the pots, and pans, and bake oven
in the cabin; while her sister, the thin Miss Pussy, overseered the
sap-boiling operations.
It was a regular "bee", for beside the twins' hired hands, there were
several of their neighbors, and the visitors from Poketown were
expected to make themselves useful, too, the boys and Nelson Haley
especially.
Janice joined the sap gatherers, for she was strong and liked exercise.
They carried buckets to collect the sap that had already run into the
shiny two-quart cups which were used to collect it.
First an incision was made through the bark and into the wood of the
tree. Into this incision was thrust a whittled plug that had a shallow
gutter cut in its upper side, and notches from which the bail of the
two-quart cup hung. Into the cup the sap dripped rapidly--especially
about midday, when the sun was warmest.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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