" As for Katy herself, she was "Father
Ocean," and, growling horribly, raged up and down the platform where
Mrs. Knight usually sat. Every now and then, when the others were at the
far end of the room, she would suddenly cry out, "Now for a meeting of
the waters!" whereupon all the rivers bouncing, bounding, scrambling,
screaming, would turn and run toward Father Ocean, while he roared
louder than all of them put together, and made short rushes up and down,
to represent the movement of waves on a beach.
Such a noise as this beautiful game made was never heard in the town of
Burnet before or since. It was like the bellowing of the bulls of
Bashan, the squeaking of pigs, the cackle of turkey-cocks, and the laugh
of wild hyenas all at once; and, in addition, there was a great banging
of furniture and scraping of many feet on an uncarpeted floor. People
going by stopped and stared, children cried, an old lady asked why some
one didn't run for a policeman; while the Miller girls listened to the
proceedings with malicious pleasure, and told everybody that it was the
noise that Mrs. Knight's scholars "usually made at recess."
Mrs. Knight coming back from dinner, was much amazed to see a crowd of
people collected in front of her school.
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