Tip's the worst boy we've got, anyhow." The boys all seemed to think this was very funny, for they laughed so loudly that the little girls at their right looked over to see what was the matter.
Tip ran his fingers through his uncombed hair, and laughed with the rest.
"Well," said the superintendent, "I'm going to get you a teacher,--one you will like, I guess.

I shall expect you to treat her well." There was just one person left on the visitors' seat,--a young lady who looked shy and quiet.
"Oh, Mr.Parker," she said, when the superintendent told her what he wanted, "I can't take that class; I've watched those boys ever since they came in,--they look mischievous enough for anything, and act as they look." "Then shall we leave them with nothing but mischief to take up their attention ?" "No, but--they really ought to have a better teacher than I,--some one who knows how to interest them." "But, Miss Perry, the choice lies between you and no one." And, while she still hesitated and looked distressed, Mr.Parker bent forward a little, and said softly,-- "'Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these My brethren, ye did it not to Me.'" The lady rose quickly, and gathered her mantle about her.
"I will go, Mr.Parker," she said, speaking quickly, as if afraid her courage would fail her.

"Since there is no one else, I will do the best I can; but oh, I am afraid!" Down the long room, past the rows of neatly-dressed, attentive children, Mr.Parker led her to the seat near the door.
"Now, boys," said he, "this is Miss Perry.

Suppose you see if you can't all be gentlemen, and treat her well." Miss Perry sat down in the teacher's chair, her heart all in a flutter.
She taught a class in her own Sabbath school hundreds of miles away,--five rosy-cheeked, bright-eyed little girls gathered around her every Sabbath; but they were little girls whose mothers had taught them to love their lessons, to listen respectfully to what their teacher said, to bow their heads reverently in prayer; and more than that, they loved her, and she loved them.

But these boys! Still she must say something: six pairs of bright, roguish eyes, brimful of fire and fun, were bent on her.
"Boys," she said gently, "have you any lessons for me ?" "Not much," answered Bob Turner, who always spoke first.
"We don't get lessons mostly.