I wanted it dreadfully, and wished I was her with all my might.

Well, she drew a picture of Mr.
Davis, with a monstrous nose and a hump, and the words, 'Young ladies, my eye is upon you!' coming out of his mouth in a balloon thing.

We were laughing over it when all of a sudden his eye _was_ on us, and he ordered Susie to bring up her slate.

She was _parry_lized with fright, but she went, and oh, what _do_ you think he did?
He took her by the ear--the ear! Just fancy how horrid!--and led her to the recitation platform, and made her stand there half an hour, holding the slate so everyone could see." "Didn't the girls laugh at the picture ?" asked Jo, who relished the scrape.
"Laugh?
Not one! They sat still as mice, and Susie cried quarts, I know she did.

I didn't envy her then, for I felt that millions of carnelian rings wouldn't have made me happy after that.