CHAPTER V.
The First Day of School "Birds in their little nests agree.
And why can't we ?" "B-i-r-d-s, birds, i-n, in, t-h-e-i-r, their, l-i-t-t-l-e, little, n-e-s-t-s, nests, a-g-r-e-e, agree." My feet burned in my new shoes, but most of my body was chilling as I stood beside Miss Amelia on the platform, before the whole school, and followed the point of her pencil, while, a letter at a time, I spelled aloud my first sentence.

Nothing ever had happened to me as bad as that.

I was not used to so much clothing.

It was like taking a colt from the woods pasture and putting it into harness for the first time.
That lovely September morning I followed Leon and May down the dusty road, my heart sick with dread.
May was so much smaller that I could have picked her up and carried her.

She was a gentle, loving little thing, until some one went too far, and then they got what they deserved, all at once and right away.
Many of the pupils were waiting before the church.