was the last exercise in the afternoon, and Minnie Smellie chose Shall we Gather at the River? It was a baleful choice and seemed to hold some secret and subtle association with the situation and general progress of events; or at any rate there was apparently some obscure reason for the energy and vim with which the scholars shouted the choral invitation again and again:—
“Shall we gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river?”
Miss Dearborn stole a look at Rebecca’s bent head and was frightened. The child’s face was pale save for two red spots glowing on her cheeks. Tears hung on her lashes; her breath came and went quickly, and the hand that held her pocket handkerchief trembled like a leaf.
“You may go to your seat, Rebecca,” said Miss Dearborn at the end of the first song. “Samuel, stay where you are till the close of school. And let me tell you, scholars, that I asked Rebecca to stand by the pail only to break up this habit of incessant drinking, which is nothing but empty-mindedness and desire to walk to and fro over the floor. Every time Rebecca has asked for a drink to-day the whole school has gone to the pail one after another. She is really thirsty, and I dare say I ought to have punished you for following her example, not her for setting it. What shall we sing now, Alice?”
“The Old Oaken Bucket, please.”
“Think of something dry, Alice, and change the subject. Yes, The Star Spangled Banner if you like, or anything else.”
Rebecca sank into her seat and pulled the singing book from her desk. Miss Dearborn’s public explanation had shifted some of the weight from her heart, and she felt a trifle raised in her self-esteem.
Under cover of the general relaxation of singing, votive offerings of respectful sympathy began to make their appearance at her shrine. Living Perkins, who could not sing, dropped a piece of maple sugar in her lap as he passed her on his way to the blackboard to draw the map of Maine. Alice Robinson rolled a perfectly new slate pencil over the floor with her foot until it reached Rebecca’s place, while her seat-mate, Emma Jane, had made up a little mound of paper balls and labeled them “Bullets for you know who.”
Altogether existence grew brighter, and when she was left alone with the teacher for her grammar lesson she had nearly recovered her equanimity, which was more than Miss Dearborn had. The last clattering foot had echoed through the hall, Seesaw’s backward glance of penitence had been met and answered defiantly by one of cold disdain.
“Rebecca, I am afraid I punished you more than I meant,” said Miss Dearborn, who was only eighteen herself, and in her year of teaching country schools had never encountered a child like Rebecca.
“I hadn’t missed a question this whole day, nor whispered either,” quavered the culprit; “and I don’t think I ought to be shamed just for drinking.”
“You started all the others, or it seemed as if you did. Whatever you do they all do, whether you laugh, or miss, or write notes, or ask to leave the room, or drink; and it must be stopped.”
“Sam Simpson is a copycoat!” stormed Rebecca “I wouldn’t have minded standing in the corner alone—that is, not so very much; but I couldn’t bear standing with him.”
“I saw that you couldn’t, and that’s the reason I told you to take your seat, and left him in the corner. Remember that you are a stranger in the place, and they take more notice of what you do, so you must be careful. Now let’s have our conjugations. Give me the verb ‘to be,’ potential mood, past perfect tense.”
“I might have been “We might have been
Thou mightst have been You might have been
He might have been They might have been.”
“Give me an example, please.”
“I might have been glad
Thou mightst have been glad
He, she, or it might have been glad.”
“‘He’ or ‘she’ might have been glad because they are masculine and feminine, but could ‘it’ have been glad?” asked Miss Dearborn, who was very fond of splitting hairs.
“Why not?” asked Rebecca
“Because ‘it’ is neuter gender.”
“Couldn’t we say, ‘The kitten might have been glad if it had known it was not going to be drowned’?”
“Ye—es,” Miss Dearborn answered hesitatingly, never very sure of herself under Rebecca’s fire; “but though we often speak of a baby, a chicken, or a kitten as ‘it,’ they are really masculine or feminine gender, not neuter.”
Rebecca reflected a long moment and then asked, “Is a hollyhock neuter?”
“Oh yes, of course it is, Rebecca”
“Well, couldn’t we say, ‘The hollyhock might have been glad to see the rain, but there was a weak little hollyhock bud growing out of its stalk and it was afraid that that might be hurt by the storm; so the big hollyhock was kind of afraid, instead of being real glad’?”
Miss Dearborn looked puzzled as she answered, “Of course, Rebecca, hollyhocks could not be sorry, or glad, or afraid, really.”
“We can’t tell, I s’pose,” replied the child; “but I think they are, anyway. Now what shall I say?”
“The subjunctive mood, past perfect tense of the verb ‘to know.’”
“If I had known “If we had known
If thou hadst known If you had known
If he had known If they had known.
“Oh, it is the saddest tense,” sighed Rebecca with a little break in her voice; “nothing but IFS, IFS, IFS! And it makes you feel that if they only HAD known, things might have been better!”
Miss Dearborn had not thought of it before, but on reflection she believed the subjunctive mood was a “sad” one and “if” rather a sorry “part of speech.”
“Give me some more examples of the subjunctive, Rebecca, and that will do for this afternoon,” she said.
“If I had not loved mackerel I should not have been thirsty;” said Rebecca with an April smile, as she closed her grammar. “If thou hadst loved me truly thou wouldst not have stood me up in the corner. If Samuel had not loved wickedness he would not have followed me to the water pail.”
“And if Rebecca had loved the rules of the school she would have controlled her thirst,” finished Miss Dearborn with a kiss, and the two parted friends.
Chapter VI.
Sunshine in a Shady Place
The little schoolhouse on the hill had its moments of triumph as well as its scenes of tribulation, but
