"I don't go any more," announced Nan. "I had a fight with one of the
teachers, and so I left."
Mr. Turner gazed suddenly upon the floor.
"And this 'fight' with the teacher? Do you remember the cause of the
disturbance?" he asked, looking up after a moment.
"She struck me with her ruler. I had a rubber baby doll, it was the
weeniest thing you ever saw, and she wore false puffs, Miss Fowler did,
and one day, when I was at the blackboard and she was looking the other
way, I just dropped the baby doll into one of the puffs that the
hair-pin had come out of, and that was standing up on end, and it
looked so funny on her head, the puff with the baby doll standing in
it, that all the girls laughed, and then she asked me what I had done,
and I told her, and she struck me. I wouldn't have said anything if
she had just punished me. I knew it was wrong to pop that doll on her
head, but I just couldn't help it--it looked too funny. But when she
struck me! Well, I won't be struck by any one--and so I left."
The lawyer meditated in silence for a moment. Then he said:
"Well, my dear, I think I understand the condition of things here.
Without doubt it is high time something were done. Your father, when
he went away, gave me full authority to make such arrangements for you
as I might feel were necessary, but until now I have rather avoided
taking upon myself any responsibility. Possibly I have neglected my
duty toward you. But now all that shall be changed. Don't you think
if I were to send you--"
Nan's eyes blazed. So it was as she had felt sure it would be! She
was to be sent away! She did not wait for the sentence to be finished.
"Send me to the House of Correction? I won't go, sir! I'll run away
first! Or a horrid boarding-school, neither. I guess my father didn't
mean me to be made unhappy, Mr. Turner; I guess he didn't mean any one
to have authority to send me to awful places just because Mrs. Newton
says so, away from Delia and things. You needn't send me anywhere, for
I'll run away as sure as you do."
[Illustration: "I'll run away first!"]
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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