The classes are all in one room, and the school is a great dark barn of a place. It has a small wood stove but it I fear it will be cold in the winter.
I could hear the master with the students across the room in the older classes and I knew I could read better than most of them. But, I held my peace until after we had our lunch break. Then I asked the master if I could read aloud to him and show him my slate with my best hand writing. He gave me some numbers to add and I did that quickly. He said he would think on it, and perhaps I would be moved up tomorrow. So I must be patient for one more day but I am determined to get ahead.