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The Squire's Sixpence
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"The Squire's Sixpence
Mary E. Wilkins
From The Pot Of Gold (D. Lothrop Company; Boston: 1892)
Patience Mather was saying the seven-multiplication table, when she heard a heavy step in the entry.
“That is Squire Bean,” whispered her friend, Martha Joy, who stood at her elbow.
Patience stopped short in horror. Her especial bugbear in mathematics was eight-times-seven; she was coming toward it fast — could she remember it, with old Squire Bean looking at her?
“Go on,” said the teacher severely. She was quite young, and also stood in some awe of Squire Bean, but she did not wish her pupils to discover it, so she pretended to ignore that step in the entry. Squire Bean walked with a heavy gilt-headed cane which always went clump, clump, at every step; beside he shuffled — one could always tell who was coming.
“Seven times seven,” begun Patience trembling — then the door opened — there stood Squire Bean.
The teacher rose promptly. She tried to be very easy and natural, but her pretty round cheeks turned red and white by turns.
“Good-morning, Squire Bean,” said she. Then she placed a chair on the platform for him.
“ Good -morning,” said he, and seated himself in a lumbering way — he was rather stiff with rheumatism. He was a large old man in a green camlet cloak with brass buttons.
“You may go on with the exercises,” said he to the teacher, after he had adjusted himself and wiped his face solemnly with a great red handkerchief.
“Go on, Patience,” said the teacher.
So Patience piped up in her little weak soprano: “Seven times seven are forty-nine. Eight times seven are” — She stopped short. Then she begun over again — “Eight times seven” —
The class with toes on the crack all swayed forward to look at her, the pupils at the foot stepped off till they swung it into a hal"
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