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Updated: May 9, 2025
Samuels, your teacher?" this to the small boy. "Well, her daughter, Lettie, she's in my room, and she was sick, and her mother came up to our room and took her home. Our teacher, she went down and dismissed the First-Readers." "I don't care if she did," retorted the small boy. "I reckon I saw Emmy Lou settin' there when we come away." Aunt Cordelia, pale and tearful, clutched Uncle Charlie's arm.
The Large Lady, sorely perplexed within herself as to the proper course to be pursued, in the sight of the fifty-nine other First-Readers pointed a condemning forefinger at the miserable little object standing in front of her platform: and said, "You will stay after school, Emma Louise, that I may examine further into your qualifications for this grade."
I've got to stow little 'greeny' away for the night," she said, pinching Nancy's plump cheek. "Come on, kid! It'll soon be bedtime for first-readers." Nancy did not mind this playful reference to her juvenile state, it was said so pleasantly. She followed Corinne docilely up the broad flight into the west wing of the great building.
And Emmy Lou, left sitting at her desk, saw through gathering tears the line of First-Readers wind around the room and file out the door, the sound of their departing footsteps along the bare corridors and down the echoing stairway coming back like a knell to her sinking heart.
And here a tear, long gathering, splashed down the pink cheek. Still that awesome personage presiding over the fortunes of the First-Readers failed to return. Perhaps this was "the examination into into " Emmy Lou could not remember what to be left in this big, bare room with the flies droning and humming in lazy circles up near the ceiling.
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