His face always looked foolish to me after that; but, fortunately for us both, we did not study together much longer.
* * * * * Two little girls dressed in their best, shining from their curls to their shoes.

One little girl has rosy cheeks, the other has staring eyes.

Rosy-Cheeks carries a carpet bag; Big-Eyes carries a new slate.
Hand in hand they go into the summer morning, so happy and pretty a pair that it is no wonder people look after them, from window and door; and that other little girls, not dressed in their best and carrying no carpet bags, stand in the street gaping after them.
Let the folks stare; no harm can come to the little sisters.

Did not grandmother tie pepper and salt into the corners of their pockets, to ward off the evil eye?
The little maids see nothing but the road ahead, so eager are they upon their errand.

Carpet bag and slate proclaim that errand: Rosy-Cheeks and Big-Eyes are going to school.
I have no words to describe the pride with which my sister and I crossed the threshold of Isaiah the Scribe.