"Oh, yes; ma'am," said the younger one "I've got a recitation, don't you
remember?"
"Yes, yes; excuse me for forgetting," said Mrs. Wood, with her jolly
laugh. "And here are Dolly, and Jennie, and Martha," she went on, as
some little girls came running out of a house that we were passing.
The little girls joined us and looked so hard at my head and stump of a
tail, and my fine collar, that I felt quite shy, and walked with my head
against Miss Laura's dress.
She stooped down and patted me, and then I felt as if I didn't care how
much they stared. Miss Laura never forgot me. No matter how earnestly
she was talking, or playing a game, or doing anything, she always
stopped occasionally to give me a word or look, to show that she knew I
was near.
Mrs. Wood paused in front of a building on the main street. A great many
boys and girls were going in, and we went with them. We found ourselves
in a large room, with a platform at one end of it. There were some
chairs on this platform and a small table.
A boy stood by this table with his hand on a bell. Presently he rang it,
and then every one kept still.
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