NextdaywordwassentaroundthatschoolwastobeginthecomingMonday；soSaturdayafternoonthepeoplewhohadchildrenlargeenoughtogosentthebiggestofthemtocleantheschoolhouse。
May，Leon，andIwenttodoourshare。Justwhentherewereaboutabushelofnutshells，andwitheredapplecores，andinkypaperonthefloor，theblackboardhalfcleaned，andashestraileddeepbetweenthestoveandthewindowBillyWilsonwasthrowingthemfrom，someoneshouted：“TherecomesMr。StantonwithHer。“
Allofusdroppedeverythingandrantothesouthwindows。I
tellyouIwasproudofourbigwhiteteamasitcameprancingdownthehill，andthegleamingpatentleathertrimmings，andthebrasssidelampsshininginthesun。Fathersatverystraight，drivingratherfast，asifhewouldasliefgetitoverwith，andinsteadofridingonthebackseat，wheremotheralwayssat，theteacherwasinfrontbesidehim，andsheseemedtobetalkingconstantly。Welookedateachotherandgroanedwhenfatherstoppedatthehitchingpostandgotout。Ifwehadtriedtoseewhatadreadfulmusswecouldmake，thingscouldhavelookednoworse。Ithinkfathertoldhertowaitinthecarriage，butweheardhercry：“OhMr。Stanton，letmeseethedearchildrenI’mtoteach，andwhereI’mtowork。“
Hoppedistheword。Shehoppedfromthecarriageandcamehoppingafterfather。Shewasastallasaclothespropandscarcelyasfat。Thereweregrayhairscomingonhertemples。