Very familiar September seemed
The young woman rose and came smilingly to the door. A clock somewhere inside struck nine, with quick, sharp strokes.
It sounded so familiar, somehow, that the children cried in alarm, “Oh, it’s time for school!”
“Not quite, for you scholars,” the teacher said. “But folks and things in there”—she nodded toward the schoolroom—“are ready and waiting.”
Amos and Ann peered past her through the door, but they could see nothing except desks and seats.
“I suppose Columbus has sailed, by this time,” remarked the Journeying Man.