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words <strong>of</strong> two<br />

rest <strong>of</strong> that list<br />

CHAPTER IX<br />

SCHOOL AND COLLEGE DAYS<br />

RECALL <strong>the</strong> day, <strong>and</strong> even <strong>the</strong> h<strong>our</strong>, when<br />

I3ro<strong>the</strong>r Will <strong>and</strong> I were dressed up to start for<br />

<strong>our</strong> first experience <strong>in</strong> school. Mo<strong>the</strong>r never<br />

sent a child to school to learn his letters, so after<br />

gett<strong>in</strong>g Bro<strong>the</strong>r Will to <strong>the</strong> po<strong>in</strong>t where he could<br />

read short sentences <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> old blue-backed<br />

Webster's spell<strong>in</strong>g-book, <strong>and</strong> when I could spell<br />

etters — "a-b ab, i-b ib, o-b ob, u-b ub," <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

we were pronounced fit to enter district<br />

school. We started <strong>in</strong> <strong>one</strong> afternoon to beg<strong>in</strong> <strong>our</strong> school days.<br />

Mo<strong>the</strong>r, although a busy woman, could not tolerate uncombed<br />

hair or dirty faces or soiled garments. We two sisters always<br />

wore stiffly starched, corded bonnets <strong>of</strong> buff or p<strong>in</strong>k chambray<br />

g<strong>in</strong>gham. I recall <strong>the</strong> fact that on this occasion mo<strong>the</strong>r tied<br />

under my ch<strong>in</strong> a p<strong>in</strong>k bonnet <strong>of</strong> her best make.<br />

It was after d<strong>in</strong>ner when all arrangements were made <strong>and</strong><br />

we were on <strong>the</strong> road to F<strong>in</strong>neytown Cross Roads, where stood<br />

a large church, <strong>the</strong> basement <strong>of</strong> which was used as a schoolroom<br />

— <strong>the</strong> district school. I remember as we passed along<br />

<strong>the</strong> w^ay we stopped to watch <strong>the</strong> mud wasps ga<strong>the</strong>r<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

balls <strong>of</strong> clay with which to build nests, when all at once it occurred<br />

to us that we were on <strong>our</strong> way to school. We quickened<br />

<strong>our</strong> steps <strong>and</strong> were soon at <strong>the</strong> schoolroom door, where we<br />

paused until Miss Ruth Perk<strong>in</strong>s came out to take us by <strong>the</strong><br />

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