had Pat. Moreover, she could sing hymns and recite verses in a high, shrill voice; whereas Pat, though he tried hard enough, poor little fellow, was unable to memorize even a sentence. Naturally, Pat did not like school as well as did Pan, and it was only Miss Harrison's persistent ambition for him that kept him there.
One day, when Pan was five and Pat was seven, the little girl, for the first time, came to school alone.
"Where is Pat?" asked the teacher.
"Pat, he is sick today," replied Pan.
"Sick!" echoed Miss Harrison. "Well, that is too bad. Poor Pat! What is the matter with him?"
"A big dog bite him."
That afternoon, the teacher, on her way to see the bitten Pat, beheld him up an alley busily engaged in keeping five tops spinning at one time, while several American boys stood around, loudly admiring the Chinese feat.
The next morning Pat received five strokes from a cane which Miss Harrison kept within her desk and used only on special occasions. These strokes made Pat's right hand tingle smartly; but he received them with smiling grace.
Miss Harrison then turned to five year old Pan, who had watched the caning with tearful interest.
