"Good. For a moment I thought that I was supposed to catch the wasps," Mrs. Jackson said laughing. "I'm sure that Mr. Blevis can take care of it. Would you get a new student kit for Baartock? There should still be some left in the supply room."
Ms. Laurence came out from behind her desk and went out the door. Mrs. Jackson said, "She's getting some things you'll need for school; tablets of paper, scissors, crayons, and pencils. When they're used up you can buy more from the school store. Mrs. Stogbuchner can tell you about it."
Baartock was about to ask what Mrs. Jackson was talking about, because there were so many words she used that he didn't know. She had talked about stores when he was in her car.
Mississtog-Buchnersklass had let him have some crayons to use, those little sticks that made wonderful, colorful marks on the paper. He wanted to know if some of the other things were just as great as crayons, when Ms. Laurence came back in the office and gave him a box and some pads of paper.
"These are for you, Baartock," she said.
"You give me?" he asked. He hadn't expected someone to give him anything. He was embarrassed, because he didn't have anything to give her.
"Yes, I'm giving them to you. These are yours."
"We usually say "thank you" when someone gives us something," said Mrs. Jackson.
"Thank you," said Baartock. He thought about it and then decided that it was just the human way of giving things.
"You're welcome, Baartock," said Ms. Laurence, as she went
back to her desk.
He opened the box and looked inside. There were a lot of things in it. Most of them he didn't understand, but there was a box full of crayons, just like the ones he had used the day before.