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Tonight, I will be continuing the story,

Emily of Neumoon by Lucy Mug Montgomery.

So lie down, close your eyes,

and let me read you a story.

The forces against her were not so easily cowed.

There was much whispering and plotting after she had gone in,

a conference with some of the boys,

and a handing over of bedizened pencils

and shoes of gum for value received. An agreeable sense of victory and the afterglow of the

flash carried Emily through the afternoon, in spite of the fact that Miss Brownell

ridiculed her for her mistakes in spelling.

Miss Brownell was very fond of ridiculing her pupils.

All the girls in the class giggled, except one, who had not been there in the morning, and was consequently at the tail.

Emily had been wondering who she was.

She was unlike the rest of the girls as Emily herself, but in a totally different style.

She was tall, oddly dressed in an overlong dress of faded, striped print, and barefooted.

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