We ain't Boston--we're Pike County--WE are.
We reckon to do our sums, and our figgerin', and our sale and barter, and our interest tables and weights and measures when the time comes, and our geograffy when it's on, and our readin' and writin' and the American Constitution in reg'lar hours, and then we calkilate to git up and git afore the po'try and the Boston airs and graces come round.
That's our rights and what our fathers pay school taxes for, and we want 'em." He stopped, looking less towards the schoolmistress than to his companions, for whom perhaps, after the schoolboy fashion, this attitude was taken.

Mrs.Martin sat, quite white and self-contained, with her eyes fixed on the frayed rim of the rebel's straw hat which he still kept on his head.

Then she said quietly:-- "Take off your hat, sir." The boy did not move.
"He can't," said a voice cheerfully.
It was the new assistant.

The whole school faced rapidly towards him.
The rebel leader and his followers, who had not noticed him before, stared at the interrupter, who did not, however, seem to exhibit any of the authority of office, but rather the comment and criticism of one of themselves.

"Wot you mean ?" asked the boy indignantly.
"I mean you can't take off your hat because you've got some things stowed away in it you don't want seen," said Twing, with an immovable face.
"Wot things ?" exclaimed the boy angrily.