After a while they sobered down, and then finding
that the boys hadn't a handkerchief between them, Miss Laura took her
own soft one, and dipping it in a spring of fresh water near by, wiped
the red eyes of the sneezers.
Their ill humor had gone, and when she turned to leave them, and said,
coaxingly, "You won't make those dogs fight any more, will you?" they
said, "No, sirree, Bob."
Miss Laura went slowly home, and ever afterward when she met any of
those boys, they called her "Miss Pepper."
When we got home we found Willie curled up by the window in the hall,
reading a book. He was too fond of reading, and his mother often told
him to put away his book and run about with the other boys. This
afternoon Miss Laura laid her hand on his shoulder and said, "I was
going to give the dogs a little game of ball, but I'm rather tired."
"Gammon and spinach," he replied, shaking off her hand, "you're always
tired."
She sat down in a hall chair and looked at him. Then she began to tell
him about the dog fight. He was much interested, and the book slipped to
the floor. When she finished he said, "You're a daisy every day.
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