That very afternoon Clarence pulled
Martha's hair. Her brown braid whisked across his desk as she turned
her head, and he caught it and gave it a tug.
“Clarence,” Laura said. “Do not
disturb Martha. Give your attention to your lessons.”
He gave her a friendly grin that said
as plainly as words, “All right, if you say so; I don't have to.”
To her horror, Laura almost smiled.
Barely in time, she kept her look stern. Now she was sure that she
would have trouble with Clarence.
--“One Week.”
Also this, which I have never read, but
looks like something you'd unearth from a book stash in someone's
attic.
What's a linnet? A valerian?
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