1 6 The Story of Scr aggies 



not be afraid at all. He never hurt me 

 then. But I never knew when he would 

 hurt. So I thought it best to keep out 

 of his way. He talked very nicely to 

 me, however, I must confess, and I soon 

 learned to like to hear his voice. I 

 felt better when he was in the room, 

 and it was lonesome when he went 

 away, for he shut the door so that I 

 could n't go anywhere else. 



It was not many days before I knew 

 all about that room. It was a queer 

 room, as compared with rooms I after- 

 wards saw. Mamma and Edith called 

 it Fessor's "den," and surely it was a 

 den. There was a desk opposite to one 

 window. On this was a row of books 

 reaching right across, and piles of 

 papers, and pictures, and one thing and 

 another, sometimes on the sides of the 



