Last week there was no school in Pompey Hollow. Pert, pretty Esther De Lee, who used to teach in the little upstate New York hamlet, was staring defiantly across a courtroom in nearby Syracuse. Glowering back at her was James N. Armstrong, Pompey Hollow's lean, sallow school trustee. Every one of Pompey Hollow's twelve schoolchildren was in the courtroom. So too were their parents, their parents' friends, Miss De Lee's friends and Mr. Armstrong's friends.
That accounted for practically all Pompey Hollow except the drudges who had to stay home for the chores....
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