This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...of he) wrapper. l "O, dear, I'm. so sorry, Tate Penny! Your nose is just like an inkstand; every time anybody touches it, it tips over." "It isn't any matter," whispered Tate, "only I shall bleed the floor, and bleed my dress. I want to go home, and haven't any apron on." " Here, take my slate, Tate Penny, and the sponge, too, while I ask Miss Parker if I mayn't go home with you." "Tate has got the nose-bleed, Miss Parker," said Dotty, " both sides of her nose, and I was the one that did it, but 'twas untennyshal. Mayn't I take her home before she bleeds the house all up? She's got it real hard, both sides, Miss Parker." The earnest look in Dotty's eyes was not to be resisted. Miss Parker forgot the weather, and consented. She knew Tate lived very near the school-house; but she did not reflect that in this whizzing storm it was almost unsafe for such young. children to walk even a short distance. The little girls hurried on their cloaks and hoods, and started out, Miss Parker going into the entry with them, and giving Tate her own handkerchief, saying, ---. _ "Use snow, my dear. I wouldn't come back to school, for you won't feel like it. Dotty, perhaps you'd better not go; it's a. terrible storm, and Tate can do as well alone." But Dotty insisted, and Miss Parker said no more. If she had only opened the outside door she would have seen at once what an imprudent thing she was allowing the children to do; but instead of opening the door, she turned and entered the schoolroom. Dotty and Tate passed out into the storm The wind shrieked at them like some wild animal, and rushed upon them as...