Round and round over the floor
flew the frightened animal, dodging here and there and wildly darting
into corners to evade the books and other missiles that were thrown at
it. Not only the boys took a part in the cruel sport, but some of the
girls helped with sticks, sunbonnets, and whatever they could lay their
hands on. Two or three times the little creature was struck. At last,
helpless, it stood panting while one of its tormentors dealt it a blow
that killed it.
A cry of protest broke from Alice's lips, but her voice was lost in the
roar of applause that followed the big boy's action, as he tossed the
lifeless squirrel across the room into the face of another boy, who in
turn pitched the animal at his neighbor.
"The poor little creature! How could they abuse it and take its life?"
cried Alice, turning to those nearest her. The other girls shrank back
abashed at her reproachful tones, which were noticed by Jim Stubbs, and
that hero felt called upon to make a speech.
"Bah! boys, that girl is getting ready to cry over a dead squirrel.
What d'ye think of that?" And a heartless chorus echoed his laughter.
"No, I'm too indignant to cry," replied Alice with spirit. "I never
knew boys could be so awfully wicked, yes, and girls too. I should
think you would love these dear little creatures, and pet and protect
them.
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