"
"Do you? How funny," said Dimple.
"Why, yes, we take her flowers, and candy, and big apples and oranges;
sometimes her desk is full."
"I am afraid I shan't like my teacher," said Dimple.
"Do you know her?"
"Yes, a little; she has been here to tea. She isn't so awful, and I
should like her, perhaps, if I didn't know I had to go to school to
her."
"Do you know many of the girls?"
"One or two. You saw that girl who sat in front of us at church, she is
one."
"You will get used to it real soon," said Rock. "I felt just as you do
before I went to school, and it is worse for a boy; the other boys just
go for him, and I had a hard time for the first few weeks, but now I
like it first-rate."
"It is the getting used to it, that I dread," sighed Dimple; "that has
to come first."
"No," said Rock, "papa and mamma come first, and it is nearly time for
them now; let's go on the front porch and watch."
"It is so sunny there," said Dimple.
"Not if we sit at the end. Come on."
So they went out and took up positions at the end of the porch.
"I want to see mamma and Gertrude, and all, awfully," said Florence,
"but, indeed I hate to leave here," looking around. "I shall miss the
trees, and flowers, and all the sweet things."
"So shall I," said Rock. "What a good time we have had this summer.
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