But when Bobbie got up on the platform and after he had made a funny,
jerky, fat, little bow, all of a sudden every word of that poem seemed
to slip from his mind! He stood there, looking around the room, now up
at the ceiling and now down at the floor. His face grew red, and he
began pulling at the buttons on his coat.
Miss Bradley felt sorry for him, and she laid her finger over her lips
when she heard some of the children beginning to laugh.
"What is the name of your selection, Bobbie?" the teacher asked kindly.
"It--it's about Ma--Mary and her--her little lamb!"
"That's a cute little poem. Don't be afraid. I'll start you off, and
then perhaps you can remember the rest. Now begin," and Miss Bradley
said the first line.
This helped Bobbie very much, and he got along all right until he came
to the verse about the lamb following Mary to school. Bobbie got as far
as, "It followed her to school one day which was----"
And there poor Bobbie "stuck." He couldn't think what came next.
"It followed her to school one day--school one day--one day," he said
slowly.
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