I supposed I'd have to do the same one over, but I might take a new one.

I was either getting along fast, or Miss Amelia had her fill of birds.

I wiped my eyes as straight in front of me as I could slip up my handkerchief, and began studying the first lesson in my reader: "Pretty bee, pray tell me why, thus from flower to flower you fly, culling sweets the livelong day, never leaving off to play ?" That was a poetry piece, and it was quite cheery, although it was all strung together like prose, but you couldn't fool me on poetry; I knew it every time.

As I studied I felt better, and when Miss Amelia came to hear me she was good as gold.

She asked if I liked honey, and I started to tell her about the queen bee, but she had no time to listen, so she said I should wait until after school.