“A good boy will make a good man.”
“Honor your parents and the world will honor you.”
“Love your friends and your friends will love you.”
Did you ever read lines like these in your school reader?
At last Margery grew up and was given a real school to teach and a real schoolroom to teach in. She still used her little wooden letters, and made the children fetch each one to spell the words.
One day, as Margery was going home from school, she saw some bad boys who had caught a young crow. She went over to them and gave them a penny for the poor little bird, and took him home.
Margery called the crow Ralph, and under her care he grew into a very fine bird indeed. She even taught him to speak and to pick out a few of the letters.
Some time after this a poor lamb had lost his mother, and the farmer was about to kill him. Margery bought him and took him home with her to play with the children. This lamb she called Will, and a pretty fellow he was. Do look at him. See him run and play with the children.
The lamb was trained to carry home the books and the slates of the children who behaved well at school. See what a fine, strong fellow he is, and how he trudges along.
Margery also had a present of a little dog. His name was Jumper. Look at him sitting up and begging in the picture.
Did you ever see a dog with such bright eyes? He almost seems able to talk.
Jumper, Jumper, Jumper! He was always playing and jumping about, and Jumper was a good name for him. His place was just outside the door. See how he sits, the saucy fellow!
One day Jumper came whining into the schoolroom. He took hold of Margery’s dress and pulled and pulled.
“What do you wish, dear Jumper?” asked Margery.
But the dog only whined and pulled her toward the door. At last Margery went outdoors to see what was the matter.
Then Jumper left her and ran back into the schoolroom. He took hold of the dress of one of the little girls and tugged and tugged. At length she too followed Jumper to the door.
By this time all the children were on their feet and quickly followed the teacher out of the schoolroom.
They were none too soon. The last little girl had hardly passed the door when, with a great crash, the roof fell in.
All the children were safe, but what had become of Margery’s dear books and letters and other things?
Margery did not lose her school. A rich man who lived near ordered the schoolhouse to be rebuilt at his own expense.