Andrew's turn came one day, and
the master applied his well-meant rule so heartily that poor, thin
Andrew screamed with pain. At this moment my little sister, who had only
entered the school a short time before, and did not understand the rules
very well, stood up from her seat and hastened to the door. The teacher
held his hand for a moment, and shouted after her, 'Where are you
running to?' Marie turned about. The tears were running down her cheeks,
and she said, very decidedly, 'I am going home to tell my father.'
'Wait, I will teach you!' cried the master, in the greatest surprise,
and sprung after the girl. He did not strike her, however, but took her
roughly by the arm, and set her down very hard upon the bench; then he
said again, 'Wait, I will teach you!'
"It was the end of that, however. He did not touch Andrew again, and
every thing passed off quietly that day. But the tears that Marie had
shed for Andrew, and her protest against the whippings, were not
forgotten. From that day forward a big bunch of violets was always
placed on Marie's desk, and the whole room was perfumed with them; and
later a still better scent filled the air, for there were every day
great bunches of dark red strawberries, such as nobody else knew how to
find. And so it went on for the whole year; but how the friendship
reached the height at which it now stands, that I will leave to my
sister to relate, for I do not know myself.
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