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She was
such a pretty dancer! I was not. "Soldiers and robbers" was more
to my taste. That any girl, with curls or without, should be worth
a good marble, or a regimental button with a sound eye, that could
be strung, was rank foolishness to me until that day on the bridge.
And now I shall have to recross it after all, to tell who and what
we were, that we may start fair. I shall have to go slow, too,
for back of that day everything seems very indistinct and strange.
A few things stand out more clearly than the rest. The day, for
instance, when I was first dragged off to school by an avenging
housemaid and thrust howling into an empty hogshead by the ogre of
a schoolmarm, who, when she had put the lid on, gnashed her yellow
teeth at the bunghole and told me that so bad boys were dealt with
in school. At recess she had me up to the pig-pen in the yard as a
further warning. The pig had a slit in the ear. It was for being
lazy, she explained, and showed me the shears. Boys were no better
than pigs. Some were worse; then--a jab at the air with the scissors
told the rest.


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