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“My name is Ann Taylor,” she said quietly to them, “and I’m your new teacher”

The room seemed suddenly flooded with illumination, as if the roof had moved back Bob Markham sat with a spit ball hidden in his hand After a half hour of listening to Miss Taylor, he quietly let the spit ball drop to the floor

That afternoon after class, he brought in a bucket of water and a rag and began to wash the boards

“What’s this?” She turned fro papers

“The boards are kind of dirty,” said Bob

“Yes, I know Are you sure you want to clean them?”

“I suppose I should have asked per uneasily

“I think we can pretend you did,” she replied, s burst of speed and pounded the erasers so furiously that the air was full of snow, it seemed, outside the open

“Let’s see,” said Miss Taylor “You’re Bob Markham, aren’t you?”

“Yes’m”

“Well, thank you, Bob”

“Could I do them every afternoon?” he asked

“Don’t you think you should let the others try?”

“I’d like to do them,” he said “Every afternoon”

“We’ll try it for a while and see,” she said