The teacher sent word home that
every last young'un had to have his head shaved.
Miss Dink laughed. "Makes me recollect the time Ophelia
caught the seven-year itch over at Calico Neck School. I never
was so put out over nothing in all my born days. And 'course,
Ophelia just know'd she was disgraced for life! But, like I told
her, getting the itch ain't nothing, but it's sure a disgrace to
keep it! Well, sir, Nannie, I didn't have no notion of what to
do. And I couldn't let on to a soul that Ophelia had caught it,
not even to Doctor Elton. Finally, I smeared hog lard on her, and
that cleared it right up."
Mama let me slide out of her lap so she could stand up and
take my hand. "I hate to leave, Miss Dink, but I promised Jodie's
pa I'd take his new GAZETTE by the Goode place so's to read a
piece to Mister Malcolm-something about Woodrow Wilson and his
League of Nations ideas. Mr. Thad couldn't go himself, this time.
You know he walks over there ever so often to read the war news
to Mister Malcolm."
"Mister Malcolm will be proud to hear you read.
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