For just a little bit of sin,
That no one else would scarcely see—
She was just as mean as mean could be.
If it hadn’t been for family pride,
I think I’d left that school or died;
But aunty thought it best to stay,
And she nearly always had her way.
So there I was for one long year,
And then I left without a tear.
I’d learned to read and write and spell,