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PIPETOWN SANDY
CHAPTER I
IT'S ALL IN THE FINGERS
Miss Latham rapped sharply with her ruler.
"Class in arithmetic, attention, please!"
The boys recovered from their lounging positions and sat upright, awaiting further instructions from the speaker.
"Sponge your slates and sharpen your pencils."
The class at once became surprisingly active. The buzzing sound of the children's whisperings and the clatter of slates and pencils grew louder and louder.
"Less noise, please," the teacher admonished.
After quiet had been somewhat restored, Miss Latham cast her eyes carefully over the class. All the pupils, save one, were ready for the lesson. This delinquent sat with a hang-dog expression on his face and a snake-like gleam in
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