“I never went home weekends and every day I could see, from my classroom window, Nelson draw the carriage up front to fetch Liz home from school. True to Mercy Levering's predictions, I seldom saw Liz in school. She was in a different course of study than I was. I studied French. I read Shakespeare, Sterne, Pope, and Burns. I read and recited poetry. I always had the lead in our French plays, and when Pa and Betsy and Ann came to see me and pronounced that I was like another person, it was becau...se I was. I no longer mourned the role assigned to me by Pa, being an orphan. I found pursuits to replace the needs that hole left in my life. I learned dances, all I would need for my future life, whatever it might be. Evenings Monsieur Mentelle would play his fiddle and his wife would instruct us in cotillions, hornpipes, and all sorts of dances. The first year I was at the head of my class. Every year following I got the highest marks. I did talk to Liz during the school year. She told me that Mammy Sally's flowers on the front fence brought a lot of callers.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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