Even Mr. Fleagle stopped two or three times to hold back a small prim smile.
Mr. Fleagle had a reputation among students for dullness and inability to inspire.
Fleagle. There was no choice next morning but to turn in my tale of the Belleville supper.
I prepared for an unfruitful year with Mr. Fleagle and for a long time was not disappointed.
Suddenly I wanted to write about that, about the warmth and good feeling of it, but I wanted to put it down simply for my own joy, not for Mr. Fleagle.
