“I’m not sorry,” said Emmy Lou wearily, but with steadiness.
“Stick it out,” said Uncle Charlie, who knew his Emmy Lou.
“She needn’t go back this year,” said Aunt Cordelia when she heard, “my precious baby!”
“I will teach her at home,” said Aunt Louise.
“There must be other Green and Gold Books,” said papa, “growing on that same tree.”
But Uncle Charlie, with brows drawn into a frown, was wondering.
ALL THE WINDS OF DOCTRINE
Emmy Lou was now a Big Girl. One climbed from floor to floor as one went up in Readers. With the Fifth Reader one reached the dizzy eminence of top. Emmy Lou now stood, as it were, upon a peak in Darien and stared at the great unknown, rolling ahead, called The Grammar School.