Publisher's Synopsis
"My name's Mliss-Mliss Smith! You can bet your life on that. My father's Old Smith-Old Bummer Smith-that's what's the matter with him. Mliss Smith-and I'm coming to school!" "Well?" said the master. Accustomed to be thwarted and opposed, often wantonly and cruelly, for no other purpose than to excite the violent impulses of her nature, the master's phlegm evidently took her by surprise. She stopped; she began to twist a lock of her hair between her fingers; and the rigid line of upper lip, drawn over the wicked little teeth, relaxed and quivered slightly.
