The river was away back of the village.

We had already driven there several times.
We passed the school on our way.

It was a square, white building, standing in the middle of a large yard.

Boys and girls, with their arms full of books, were hurrying down the steps and coming into the street.
Two quite big boys came behind us, and Mrs.Wood turned around and spoke to them, and asked if they were going to the Band of Mercy.
"Oh, yes; ma'am," said the younger one "I've got a recitation, don't you remember ?" "Yes, yes; excuse me for forgetting," said Mrs.Wood, with her jolly laugh.

"And here are Dolly, and Jennie, and Martha," she went on, as some little girls came running out of a house that we were passing.
The little girls joined us and looked so hard at my head and stump of a tail, and my fine collar, that I felt quite shy, and walked with my head against Miss Laura's dress.
She stooped down and patted me, and then I felt as if I didn't care how much they stared.