CHAPTER VII

PUPIL AND TEACHER

Mr. Brush glanced nervously around, to learn whether any of his
friends were within hearing, shuddering to think what the consequences
might be. He believed that he could explain the matter to some of the
folks, but the majority were so radical in their views that they would
refuse to admit the distinction, and would take him to task for
teaching improper language to his young pupil. It caused him another
shudder at the thought that the same penalty that Wade Ruggles had
undergone might be visited upon him, though it is doubtful if the
issue would have been similar.

"Ahem, Miss Nellie, when we go back home, will you promise me to say
nothing about this part of your lesson?"

"You mean 'bout that bad word?"

"Yes,--let's forget all about it."

"I'll try, but mebbe I'll forget to forget it."

"Likely enough," gloomily reflected the parson; "suppose we try some
other words. Ah, we have a visitor."

At that moment Budge Isham climbed into view and sauntered smilingly
toward them. Brush added a whispered warning to the little one not to
forget her promise, though, since Isham was an educated man, there
ought not to have been anything to fear in his case, but the teacher
knew his waggish nature, and had good reason to fear the mischief he
would delight in creating.

"Good day," was his cheery greeting, as he came up; "I hope I am not
intruding, but I thought I should like to see how you are getting on,
Nellie."

"Oh, Mr. Brush says I am learning real fast; I can spell 'cat,' and
'dog,' and 'dam.'"

Budge raised his hands in horror.

"What in the name of heaven, parson, does she mean?"

"Mr. Isham," said the gentleman, severely, "are you aware that you are
using improper language in the presence of this young lady?"

"Explain yourself."

"It is wrong for you to appeal to heaven on so trifling a question; it
is such a near approach to profanity that the dividing line is
imperceptible. I am sorry you forgot yourself, but I will overlook it
this time."

Budge was really frightened, for though the distinction was quite
fine, he felt there was some justice in the position of the parson,
but he bluffed it out.

"I doubt whether a jury would find me guilty, and in the meantime
explain the remark just made by Nellie, if you please."

Thus cornered, the parson made a clean breast of it. Isham assumed a
grave expression.

"The only criticism I can make is upon your tas