And Featherhead felt funny.
They thought the teacher standing there
Gave them a cold and angry stare.
Perhaps he did, but soon he went
And o'er his platform table bent,
While Featherhead and Twinkle Tail
Slipped in their seats with faces pale.
Then up stood stern Professor Crow
And said some scholars are so slow
That if they'd stop upon the way
They'd never get to school all day.

Then he sat down and called the school to order. But, oh dear me! None
of the little marble players knew his lesson. And instead of being
allowed to go when school was over, they were kept in and made to
study until late in the afternoon.

A LITTLE PIECE OF LOOKING GLASS

If you a naughty act will do,
You may at first escape;
But soon or later you'll get caught--
So don't get in a scrape.

Featherhead was the worst pupil in the Shady Forest School and made lots
of trouble for Professor Crow.

One day he held a small piece of looking glass in the sunlight. The
flash almost blinded the poor old crow's eyes, and at first he couldn't
tell who had done it. But naughtiness will always out, and the next time
Featherhead was caught.

Yes, sir! The next time he tried it on Professor Crow, that old
gentleman bird jumped down from the platform and took hold of that
naughty squirrel's ear. And not so very gently, either.

Featherhead squirmed and tried to get away, but the good professor held
on tight, and pretty soon the little squirrel grew very quiet indeed. He
grew as quiet as a little lamb; that's what he did.

"Young man!" said Professor Crow in a hard, stern voice, "your father,
Squirrel Nutcracker, is a dear old friend of mine. If it weren't for
that I'd give you a flogging."

Goodness me! When Featherhead heard that he trembled all over, and his
beautiful bushy tail lost its curl and dragged on the floor like a piece
of string!

"You're a bad lot," went on the old professor bird. "You never know
your lessons, and if you don't mend your ways I'll expel you from the
school!"

Gracious me! Think of having that said to you! Goosey Lucy's little son,
Goosey Gander, almost fell off the dunce stool, and Little Jack Rabbit
was so frightened that his little pink nose trembled for an hour.

Nobody played games during recess that day, but hung around in little
groups talking it over. And you may be sure they kept away from
Featherhead, who stood all alone by the flag pol