Princess Polly's Gay Winter by Amy Brooks
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"Oh, _graceful_!" whispered Dick.
"_Richard_!" said Miss Kenyon, her voice deeply reproving. "Well, the idea!" said Dick. "_Graceful_!" "Gwen, tell me where you obtained these strange ideas about the ostrich," Miss Kenyon said. "Did you read some book about birds, or did someone tell you these things that you have written?" "These are _my own_ ideas," Gwen answered, proudly. "I didn't have to read or be told what to write. Mamma says I'm a _genius_, and she read this composition, and _she_ said it was _fine_, so I don't care what _you_ say about it!" "You may be seated," said the teacher, but Gwen, not heeding what she said, rushed from the school-house, intent upon telling her mother how very badly she had been treated. Miss Kenyon told the pupils that they had been rude to laugh, or make comments when another pupil was taking any part in the exercises. They knew that, but they also knew that Gwen's composition had been "funny." Gwen rushed home with her composition in her hand. |
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