The roads
were muddy, and they went slowly. It took them two days to reach
Exeter.
The people whom they met gazed at them and wondered who they could be.
They scarcely noticed the sidesaddle; they noticed only the boy's dark
eyes and his strong, noble face.
His clothes were of homemade stuff; his shoes were coarse and heavy;
he had no gloves on his hands; he was awkward and bashful.
Yet there was something in his manner and voice that caused everybody
to admire him.
Daniel Webster lived to become a famous orator and a great statesman.
He was honored at home and abroad.
THE WHISPERERS
"Boys, what did I tell you?"
The schoolmaster spoke angrily. He was in trouble because his scholars
would not study. Whenever his back was turned, they were sure to begin
whispering to one another.
"Girls, stop your whispering, I say."
But still they would whisper, and he could not prevent it. The
afternoon was half gone, and the trouble was growing. Then the master
thought of a plan.
"Children," he said, "we are going to play a new game. The next one
that whispers must come out and stand in the middle of the floor. He
must stand there until he sees some one else whisper.
Pages:
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69