. Understood Betsy . UNDERSTOOD BETSY Betsy was to recite Barbara Frietchie, her firstlove in that school, but she droned it over withnone of her usual pleasure, her eyes on littleLiass smiling face, so unconscious of itsdinginess. At noon time the boys disappeared downtoward the swimming-hole. They often took aswim at noon and nobody thought anythingabout it on that day. The little girls ate theirlunch on their rock, mourning over the failure oftheir plans, and scheming ways to meet the newobstacle. Stashie suggested, Couldnt yourAunt Abigail invite him up to your house forsupper and then giv
. Understood Betsy . UNDERSTOOD BETSY Betsy was to recite Barbara Frietchie, her firstlove in that school, but she droned it over withnone of her usual pleasure, her eyes on littleLiass smiling face, so unconscious of itsdinginess. At noon time the boys disappeared downtoward the swimming-hole. They often took aswim at noon and nobody thought anythingabout it on that day. The little girls ate theirlunch on their rock, mourning over the failure oftheir plans, and scheming ways to meet the newobstacle. Stashie suggested, Couldnt yourAunt Abigail invite him up to your house forsupper and then give him a bath afterward!But Betsy, although she had never heard oftreating a supper-guest in this way, was surethat it was not possible. She shook her headsadly, her eyes on the far-off gleam of whitewhere the boys jumped up and down in theirswimming-hole. That was not a good name forit, because there was only one part of it deepenough to swim in. Mostly it was a shallow bayin an arm of the river, where the water was. He had fallen asleep with his head on his arms. THE NEW CLOTHES FAIL 189 only up to a little boys knees and where therewas almost no current. The sun beating downon it made it quite warm, and even the first-graders mothers allowed them to go in. Theyonly jumped up and down and squealed andsplashed each other, but they enjoyed that quiteas much as Frank and Harry, the two seventh-graders, enjoyed their swooping dives from thespring-board over the pool. They were late ingetting back from the river that day and MissBenton had to ring her bell hard in that direc-tion before they came trooping up and clatteredinto the schoolroom, where the girls alreadysat, their eyes lowered virtuously to their books,with a prim air of self-righteousness. Theywere never late! Betsy was reciting her arithmetic. She wasgetting on famously with that. Weeks ago, assoon as Miss Benton had seen the confusion ofthe little girls mind, the two had settled downto a serious struggle with that sub
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