1 8 The Story of Scr aggies 



great tall case full of what the Fessor 

 called books. Every once in a while 

 he would jump up from his seat in a 

 hurry and make one big stride to that 

 case, quickly look over the backs of the 

 books, then seize one, put it on his 

 desk, and begin to turn over the sheets 

 of paper of which it was composed. 

 And his eyes would sparkle and shine 

 sometimes, and at others his brow would 

 wrinkle and his lips pucker up, so that 

 I knew something was going on, when- 

 ever he reached for one of those books. 

 The books in front of him he often took 

 out and opened and read from them. 

 Then he would talk to himself and say 

 "Yes!" and "No!" or "I don't think 

 so ! " or " I guess he 's way off," and 

 then his fingers would grab the pen, 

 dab ! it would go into the black water, 



