Then The Prisoned Pupil

She kept him aftur skool when awl the burds Were singen swetely in the woods an wurds Kood not deskribe his sufferens. the air Was full uv blossums an the urth was fare Ecksept to himm. becaws he did not no His jogafy she wood not let him go An when he hurd us cloas the dore the teers Rolld down his cheeks an he livd menny yeers In just a singul owr. it was like sum Old torchure ur sum krewel marturdum.

How kood he study when he noo that we Were goen gayly homewurd glad an free Wile he was kept a prizzuner becaws He did not no ware venna zweela was. An when he thot uv how weere ap too go In swimmen aftur skool his greef an wo Was almoast moar than he kood bare an yet She sturnly kept him thare an wood not let Him leev his seet altho he felt he must An so she bowd his spearut in the dust.

An aftur wile when its too late to play She lookt at him in sutch a skornful way Az tho he was a krimminle an sed He mite go home. his proud and hotty hed Was bent with greef and he went slowly owt The skoolroom dore and then lookt awl abowt Az tho releest from prizzen an the brand Uv sin on him was moar than he kood stand. An he went sloly homewurd bowd with shaim O liburtey the krimes dun in thi naim.