Movin' up in the World Part 3

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Inside the students were stealing looks out of the two long vertical rectangular windows facing onto Meetinghouse Road where the school was situated. They had their hands cupped on the sides of their heads and their noses pressed against the glass trying to see if they could spot the bad boy, Jack, the rebel who liked to call himself, "The midnight raider." Secretly many of the boys wished they could be more like Jack. They rushed back to their desks as master returned to the classroom.

"Mr. Brooks," said the red-faced Master Whittemore, having sat at his desk with crossed legs with the high leather shiny black boots that he polished religiously every day, "you've done your work so well today that I'm going to give you a special task-one that I wouldn't entrust to just any student and one that, if successfully accomplished, will earn you an A for the week in Civics studies. Who knows, with this kind of cooperation and devotion to duty I'm starting to see in you, you may even pass the fifth grade after all."

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