“Got a face like a dried apple—­hasn’t he?” said the young pupil, admiringly.  “Rally round the flag, boys!”

“Hush!  You mustn’t sing in school.  The name of this letter is A. Look at it ever so long, and say it over.”

“A, A, A,” repeated Dotty, to the tune of “John Brown.”

Prudy took courage.  “All right, only you mustn’t sing.  I couldn’t speak the letter better myself than you do, so soon.  A stands for ape.”

“No, for monkey.”

The little teacher yielded the point.  She had begun her school with plenty of love and patience.

“Now tell a story,” said Dotty, settling herself in the chair.

“Can’t you say ’please’?” suggested Prudy, mildly. “‘Please’ is but a little word, and ‘thank you’ is not long.”

“Well, please, and thank you,—­’bout a ape.”

“I know a real nice one.  Once there was a monkey—­”

“No, a ape.”

“Well, a ape, then.  But I didn’t start right.  Once Mr.  ’Gustus Allen sailed round the world.”

“Did?  Who sailed him?”

“O, he went in one of those ships that go puffing out of the bay.  And he had a little ape, named Jacky.”

“How did you know?  You wasn’t there.”

“O, he told me about it.  He was the brightest little creature, Jacky was.  When he was cold, Mr. Allen used to tuck him right in his bosom.  Sometimes he got into mischief, he knew so much.”

“Did he know as much as Zip?  Did he ever talk in meetin’?”

“No, he couldn’t bark the way Zip did at the lecture, but he chattered, as we do when our teeth are cold.  When he’d been doing mischief he’d run round the floor of the ship, wagging his head the way I do now, as if he was as innocent as a whole lot of kittens.  Why, he acted as you did, Dotty, when you was a little girl, and picked the inside out of that custard pie.”

“Ahem!” said Dotty.  “I guess you think you’re talkin’ to somebody else, Prudy Parlin!  I don’t like your story; wish you’d stop.”

“But I was going to tell you how Jacky got sick, and there were ever so many more monkeys on board—­”

“On what board?”

“On the ship.  And they took care of Jacky, and brought him his supper as if they were folks.”

“What did he have for supper?”

“O, nuts and things, on a wooden plate.”

“I wish I was a monkey!”

“O, Dotty Dimple, that’s a horrid speech!”

“Then I don’t want to be a monkey; I want to be a ape.  I wish I could go puffing round the world in a ship.”

“Well, Dotty, this isn’t keeping school.  What letter have you learned?”

“I didn’t learn a letter; I learned a story.  You’re a funny gell to keep a story-school!”

Prudy held up the block.

“O, that picked thing?  You called it a ape!”

“Why, Dotty Parlin! that’s A.”

“A what?”

“I said A,” repeated Prudy, with emphasis, “only just A.”