“Don’t you live anywhere?”
“Yes, they let me live with ’em; but they don’t like me. Don’t cry, darling,” added Lucy-vindy with a smile and nod: “God’ll take care o’ me.”
“Oh, yes! He’s one o’ that kind that don’t have anyfing to do but take care o’ folks,” said Posy, her face brightening.
And then her class was called. How her little heart beat under her white frock! and how the blushes came in her soft cheeks! She could hardly read above her breath; but Pollio, who had never been to school before any more than she had, and didn’t know quite so much, poked her with his elbow, and whispered, “What you ’fraid of?” And, when his turn came, he read so loud, you could have heard him in the street.
“Well, how do you like it, my dears?” asked papa at night.
“Oh, she’s the best teacher I ever had!” said Pollio promptly.
“Indeed! Have you learned any thing to-day?”
“Yes, sir,” said Posy, eager to speak: “the world walks!”
“You know what she means; ‘the earth moves,’” laughed Teddy. “She heard ’em say that in the jography-class.”
Posy could see no difference between walking and moving; but she did wish Teddy wouldn’t laugh at every thing she said.