OCTOBER
FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL
OUR MAST ER
AN ACCIDENT
TH E CALAB RIAN BOY
MYCOMRADES
AGENEROUSDEED
MY SCHOOLMISTRESS OF THE UPPER FIRST
IN AN ATTIC
THESCHOOL
THE LITTLE PATRIOT OF PADUA
NOVEMBER
THECHIMNEY-SWEEP
THE DAY OF THE DEAD
MY FRIEND GARRONE
THE CHARCOAL-MAN ANDTHE GENTLEMAN
MY BROTHER''S SCHOOLMISTRESS
MYMOTHER
MY COMPANION CORETTI
THE HEAD-MASTER
THE SOLDIERS
NELLI''S PROTECTOR
THE HEAD OF THE CLASS
THE LITTLE VIDETTE OF LOMBARDY
THEPOOR
DECEMBER
THETRADER
VANTY
THE FIRST SNOW-STORM
THE LITTLE MASON
A SNOWBALL
THEMISTRESSES
IN THE HOUSE OF THE WOUNDED MAN
THE LITTLE FLORENTINE SCRIBE
WILL
GRATITUDE
JANUARY
THE ASSISTANT MASTER
STARDI''S LIB RARY
THE SON OFTHE BLACKSMITHIRONMONGER
A FIN E VISIT
THE FUNERAL OF VITTORIO EMANUELE
FRANTI EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL
THE SARDINIAN DRUMMER-BOY
THE LOVE OF COUNTRY
ENVY
FRANTI''S MOTH ER
HOPE
FEBRUARY
A MEDAL WELL BESTOWED
GOOD RESOLUTIONS
THEENGINE
PRIDE
THE WOUN DS OF LABOR
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MARCH
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MAY
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JULY
內容試閱：
OUR MASTER.
Tuesday, 18th.
My new teacher pleases me also, since this morning. While we
were coming in, and when he was already seated at his post, some
one of his scholars of last year every now and then peeped in at
the door to salute him; they would present themselves and greet
him:—
“Good morning, Signor Teacher!” “Good morning, Signor Perboni!”
Some entered, touched his hand, and ran away. It was evident that
they liked him, and would have liked to return to him. He
responded, “Good morning,” and shook the hands which were extended
to him, but he looked at no one; at every greeting his smile
remained serious, with that perpendicular wrinkle on his brow, with
his face turned towards the window, and staring at the roof of the
house opposite; and instead of being cheered by these greetings, he
seemed to suffer from them. Then he surveyed us attentively, one
after the other. While he was dictating, he descended and walked
among the benches, and, catching sight of a boy whose face was all
red with little pimples, he stopped dictating, took the lad''s face
between his hands and examined it; then he asked him what was the
matter with him, and laid his hand on his forehead, to feel if it
was hot. Meanwhile, a boy behind him got up on the bench, and began
to play the marionette. The teacher turned round suddenly; the boy
resumed his seat at one dash, and remained there, with head
hanging, in expectation of being punished. The master placed one
hand on his head and said to him:—
“Don''t do so again.” Nothing more.
Then he returned to his table and finished the dictation. When he
had finished dictating, he looked at us a moment in silence; then
he said, very, very slowly, with his big but kind voice:—
“Listen. We have a year to pass together; let us see that we pass
it well. Study and be good. I have no family; you are my family.
Last year I had still a mother: she is dead. I am left alone. I
have no one but you in all the world; I have no other affection, no
other thought than you: you must be my sons. I wish you well, and
you must like me too. I do not wish to be obliged to punish any
one. Show me that you are boys of heart: our school shall be a
family, and you shall be my consolation and my pride. I do not ask
you to give me a promise on your word of honor; I am sure that in
your hearts you have already answered me ‘yes,'' and I thank
you.”
At that moment the beadle entered to announce the close of school.
We all left our seats very, very quietly. The boy who had stood up
on the bench approached the master, and said to him, in a trembling
voice: —
“Forgive me, Signor Master.”
The master kissed him on the brow, and said, “Go, my son.”
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