He had been to church, and, at noon, had taken a walk in the church yard, and spelled out the names on the old, moss-grown grave stones, and been back to church again, ... Aunt Abby called him into the best parlor, and while she turned over the leaves of a great book, he was looking around. ... It was hard for him in such square-looking letters, with every s so tall it looked like an f, to spell the words out.
|Title||:||The Little Corporal|
|Author||:||Emily Huntington Miller|