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“Oh Mr. Jenkins NO eye am not rally late eye was in the information commons
looking up the answers to my questions and getting ready for my test please
don't make me say it.” “Yes Mr. Timid tell the class your name your own last
name and say it fifty times.” “Like this just say “I am Timid” and let it go like
that.” “It's just a lesson for you to learn and it will keep you from ever being late do
you want to be late to your own funeral?” There was a quiet in the little classroom
made for fourteen places near the door. Everyone was smiling and hard to keep
from the guffaws for listen gentle reader to what the student had to say. “I am
Timid fifty times.” And then the door slammed and he went away. Every eye was
on the JENKINS man as he was heard to say, “What a delightful lad he will lead
his troops to combat soon.” “What a delightful little man.”And in a hushed and
softer voice Mr. Jenkins said to them “Mr. Timid is excused.”
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