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The schoolroom was very quiet except for the whisperings from many rosy lips as the children studied their lessons. Presently Miss Reese tapped the bell and immediately there was more of a commotion as sundry small skirts switched out from between the desks and several little girls took their places in class. Among them was one with fair hair who turned very red when a question was put to her by the teacher. It was Eleanor Dallas' first day in school and she was painfully shy at having to recite before others, for she had always been taught at home, and having no brothers and sisters, she felt that in the presence of twenty or more other girls that it would be impossible for her to remember how to spell _parallel_ or _separate_ or _conscience_, and she spoke so low when Miss Reese asked her a word that she could scarcely be heard.
"A little louder, my dear," said Miss Reese; "I cannot hear you. " And then, with all the girls looking at her, and, with a growing uncertainty as to whether impartial were spelled with a _t_ or a _c_, she could not say anything.