As she moved about she talked.
“When are you goin' to begin school?”
“Monday morning,” replied the man. “Word ought to be sent 'round.”
“I think the children will come.”
“They'll come when they know it, an' they'll know it purty soon; news travels powerful fast. We looked for you yesterday.”
“Yes.”
“Somethin' kept you back, I s'pose.”
“Yes.”
“Well, there's allers somethin' to happen. You won't have much of a school, I expect. The big boys have all gone off to the sawmills, an' the big girls are helpin' with the work. It's a mighty busy time.”
“I would rather have the little children.”