She considered Joshua Peachey and Turkey Dan, still somewhat perplexed at yesterday’s unexpected attention. “Mamma, oops! You put Sarah’s dresses next to Tobias’s britches,” Leda said, giggling. “I believe your Mamma has other things on her mind,” Maryanna’s mother said, smiling as she tried to put two wooden clothespins between her lips. But Maryanna refused to own up. “I wonder if the school board meeting’s done,” Leda said. Maryanna turned toward her daughter. “You know ‘bout this?” Leda nodded. “But it’s prob’ly over by now,” she said. “I just hope we get to start school on time, like always.” “You’re a right gut scholar—no wonder you feel that way.” Mamm bent down to reach for more wet clothes from the basket. “You’d be a right gut teacher one day.” “I love school.” Leda smiled prettily. Then she said, “Did ya know Sarah slept with her new doll last night? It wonders me.” “No doubt she’ll remember Jodi Winfield for a long time,”
