A storm of laughter broke loose when it finally occurred to the class that Miss Caroline had whipped me.
When Miss Caroline threatened it with a similar fate the first grade exploded again,
becoming cold sober only when the shadow of Miss Blount fell over them.
Miss Blount, a native Maycombian as yet uninitiated in the mysteries of the Decimal System,
appeared at the door hands on hips and announced: “If I hear another sound from this room I’ll burn up everybody in it.”
“Miss Caroline, the sixth grade cannot concentrate on the pyramids for all this racket!”
My sojourn in the corner was a short one. Saved by the bell, Miss Caroline watched the class file out for lunch.
As I was the last to leave, I saw her sink down into her chair and bury her head in her arms.
Had her conduct been more friendly toward me, I would have felt sorry for her. She was a pretty little thing.
Chapter 3
Catching Walter Cunningham in the schoolyard gave me some pleasure,
but when I was rubbing his nose in the dirt Jem came by and told me to stop.
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