Explore "The Mysterious Tramp" by Vera C. Barclay on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
It was a glorious autumn morning -- one of those mornings when the wind seems to have swept the world very clean, the sky is very blue and clear of clouds, the sun shines on the red-and-gold leaves, and you feel happy just to be alive. The boys woke up feeling almost good, but, remembering the campaign of frightfulness against Miss Prince which they were determined to carry out, they asked each other what they should do to-day.
"I'll tell you what," said David. "She said she was going to start a new plan for lessons this morning. It would annoy her awfully if we ran away all the morning, and she couldn't start her precious plan! It's such a ripping day, why should we sit in a stuffy schoolroom?"