Honey-Sweet by Edna Henry Lee Turpin
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tardy, I give the spank to the wicked _bébé_ that makes you to delay."
To save Honey-Sweet from punishment, Anne sprang up the next morning at Louise's first call and dressed at once. To her surprise, she found that it was really pleasanter than dawdling over her toilette, and Louise good-naturedly gave her permission to take Honey-Sweet for a before-breakfast stroll to the arbor in the playground. From the first, Anne got on well in her classes. She did not like to study lessons in books--she was always getting tangled up in long sentences or stumbling over big words--but where she once, in spite of the printed page, understood a subject, she made it her own. The scenes and events described in her history, geography, and reading lessons were vivid to her mind's eye and she pictured them vividly to others. Her classmates soon found that they could learn a lesson in half the time and with half the effort by studying it with Anne. "I speak to study the hist'ry with Anne to-day," Amelia would say. "Anne, if you'll go over the g'og'aphy lesson with me, I'll work your 'zamples for you," Madge would promise. The girls found, too, that Anne could tell the most delightful stories. And she was always inventing charming new ways to play. Instead of keeping her paper dolls limp and loose, like the other girls, she pasted them on stiff cardboard, pulled them about with threads, and had a moving-picture show to illustrate a story that she made up. The admission price was five pins, those not too badly bent being accepted. |
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