So somebody took a nickle from the change box. Mrs. Tew was standing there hand on hip, frown on her face.
Justice was coming and now.
Mrs. Margaret Tew was my second grade teacher, her son Bryant was my classmate, her husband B.G.Tew was our principal, their little Boston Terrier was our hall moniter.
Buddy had dubs on being petted. We petted, he lifted his leg wherever a bush was growing.
Buddy slept under Mr. Tew's office desk.
Buddy took treats from Mrs. Ruth and Mrs. Essie, our lunchroom ladies.
Buddy was "The Dawg".
The laws of Tew were strict, understood and obeyed.
Nickles were acc...
