Practice Typing

He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work. Ben Rogers hove in sight presently the very boy, of all boys, whose ridicule he had been dreading. Bens gait was the hop skip and jump proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations high. He was eating an apple, and giving a long, melodious whoop, at intervals, followed by a deep toned ding dong dong, ding dong dong, for he was personating a steamboat.