His black left eye meanwhile fixed itself in such a stare on Mirandy Means that she shuddered and hid her eyes in her red silk handkerchief.
"Daguerreotype," sniffed the Squire.

It was Ralph's turn.
"D-a-u, dau--" "Next." And Hannah spelled it right.
Such a buzz followed that Betsey Short's giggle could not be heard, but Shocky shouted: "Hanner beat! my Hanner spelled down the master!" And Ralph went over and congratulated her.
And Dr.Small sat perfectly still in the corner.
And then the Squire called them to order, and said: "As our friend Hanner Thomson is the only one left on her side, she will have to spell against nearly all on t'other side.

I shall therefore take the liberty of procrastinating the completion of this interesting and exacting contest until to-morrow evening.

I hope our friend Hanner may again carry off the cypress crown of glory.

There is nothing better for us than healthful and kindly simulation." Dr.Small, who knew the road to practice, escorted Mirandy, and Bud went home with somebody else.