Dreadfully dreary she found it, and over it she fell fast asleep.

Her head dropped on her outstretched arm, and the quill dropped from her sleeping fingers--for when Annie slept she all slept.

But she was soon roused by the voice of the master.

"Ann Anderson!" it called in a burst of thunder to her ear; and she awoke to shame and confusion, amidst the titters of those around her.
Before the morning was over she was called up, along with some children considerably younger than herself, to read and spell.

The master stood before them, armed with a long, thick strap of horse-hide, prepared by steeping in brine, black and supple with constant use, and cut into fingers at one end, which had been hardened in the fire.
Now there was a little pale-faced, delicate-looking boy in the class, who blundered a good deal.