A pale
little man with spectacles and pale blue eyes met them at the door
and he gave June a pale, slender hand and cleared his throat
before he spoke to her.
"She's never been to school," said Hale; "she can read and spell,
but she's not very strong on arithmetic."
"Very well, I'll turn her over to the primary." The school-bell
sounded; Hale left with a parting prophecy--"You'll be proud of
her some day"--at which June blushed and then, with a beating
heart, she followed the little man into his office. A few minutes
later, the assistant came in, and she was none other than the
wonderful young woman whom Hale had called Miss Anne. There were a
few instructions in a halting voice and with much clearing of the
throat from the pale little man; and a moment later June walked
the gauntlet of the eyes of her schoolmates, every one of whom
looked up from his book or hers to watch her as she went to her
seat. Miss Anne pointed out the arithmetic lesson and, without
lifting her eyes, June bent with a flushed face to her task. It
reddened with shame when she was called to the class, for she sat
on the bench, taller by a head and more than any of the boys and
girls thereon, except one awkward youth who caught her eye and
grinned with unashamed companionship.
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