Going to sleep now ! '' and Boo shut his eyes wearily , feeling that his late trials had not left him in a prayerful mood . `` Then you 'll be a real little heathen , as Mrs. Pecq called you , and I do n't know what I shall do with you , '' said Molly , longing to cuddle rather than scold the little fellow , whose soul needed looking after as well as his body . `` No , no ; I wo n't be a heevin ! I do n't want to be frowed to the trockindiles . I will say my prayers ! oh , I will ! '' and , rising in his bed , Boo did so , with the devotion of an infant Samuel , for he remembered the talk when the society was formed . Molly thought her labors were over for that night , and soon went to bed , tired with her first attempts . But toward morning she was wakened by the hoarse breathing of the boy , and was forced to patter away to Miss Bat 's room , humbly asking for the squills , and confessing that the prophecy had come to pass . `` I knew it ! Bring the child to me , and do n't fret . I 'll see to him , and next time you do as I say , '' was the consoling welcome she received as the old lady popped up a sleepy but anxious face in a large flannel cap , and shook the bottle with the air of a general who had routed the foe before and meant to do it again . Leaving her little responsibility in Miss Bat 's arms , Molly retired to wet her pillow with a few remorseful tears , and to fall asleep , wondering if real missionaries ever killed their pupils in the process of conversion . So the girls all failed in the beginning ; but they did not give up , and succeeded better next time , as we shall see . Chapter IX . The Debating Club `` Look here , old man , we ought to have a meeting . Holidays are over , and we must brace up and attend to business , '' said Frank to Gus , as they strolled out of the schoolyard one afternoon in January , apparently absorbed in conversation , but in reality waiting for a blue cloud and a scarlet feather to appear on the steps . `` All right . When , where , and what ? ''
asked XXXXX , who was a man of few words .
Gus fall first heevin in left morning night right trockindiles