As Amy returned from her last trip , Mr. Davis gave a portentous `` Hem ! '' and said , in his most impressive manner ... `` Young ladies , you remember what I said to you a week ago . I am sorry this has happened , but I never allow my rules to be infringed , and I never break my word . Miss March , hold out your hand . '' Amy started , and put both hands behind her , turning on him an imploring look which pleaded for her better than the words she could not utter . She was rather a favorite with ` old Davis ' , as , of course , he was called , and it 's my private belief that he would have broken his word if the indignation of one irrepressible young lady had not found vent in a hiss . That hiss , faint as it was , irritated the irascible gentleman , and sealed the culprit 's fate . `` Your hand , Miss March ! '' was the only answer her mute appeal received , and too proud to cry or beseech , Amy set her teeth , threw back her head defiantly , and bore without flinching several tingling blows on her little palm . They were neither many nor heavy , but that made no difference to her . For the first time in her life she had been struck , and the disgrace , in her eyes , was as deep as if he had knocked her down . `` You will now stand on the platform till recess , '' said Mr. Davis , resolved to do the thing thoroughly , since he had begun . That was dreadful . It would have been bad enough to go to her seat , and see the pitying faces of her friends , or the satisfied ones of her few enemies , but to face the whole school , with that shame fresh upon her , seemed impossible , and for a second she felt as if she could only drop down where she stood , and break her heart with crying . A bitter sense of wrong and the thought of Jenny Snow helped her to bear it , and , taking the ignominious place , she fixed her eyes on the stove funnel above what now seemed a sea of faces , and stood there , so motionless and white that the girls found it hard to study with that pathetic figure before them . During the fifteen minutes that followed , the proud and sensitive little girl suffered a shame and pain which she never forgot . To others it might seem a ludicrous or trivial affair , but to her it was a hard experience , for during the twelve years of her life she had been governed by love alone , and a blow of that sort had never touched her before . The smart of her hand and the ache of her heart were forgotten in the sting of the thought , `` I shall have to tell at home , and they will be so disappointed in me ! '' The fifteen minutes seemed an hour , but they came to an end at last , and the word ` Recess ! ' had never seemed so welcome to her before .
`` You can go , Miss March , '' said Mr. XXXXX , looking , as he felt , uncomfortable .
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