going to be a long year.
Miss Coombs called Lila up to the front of the room. Lila got up reluctantly from her desk and did what she was told.
âStudents, we have a new student this year, Lila Phillips, coming to us from Rossâs Ferry, is that right?â
Lila nodded.
âSpeak up, girl.â
âYes.â
âAre you a good student?â
Lila looked terrified. She nodded again.
âIn this class, Miss Phillips, we speak when we are spoken to.â
âYes,â Lila whispered.
âI canât hear you.â
Lila trembled and bit her lip before bowing her head in disgrace.
âDonât stand there whimperingâ¦.â
âShe said yes!â
Miss Coombs turned to face the class. âWho said that? Stand up this minute.â
Annie rose from her desk.
âDid I ask for your opinion, Miss Macdonald?â
âNo.â
âThen do not speak unless you are spoken to.â
âBut you just said to speak when you are spoken to.â
âEnough! You will stay after class today and write a hundred times, I am a rude little girl . Iâm sure your parents will be proud to know you have detention on the very first day of school.â
Annieâs heart sank.
But David and Lila were waiting for her on the steps when she emerged from the school doors thirty minutes after school ended. Lilaâs eyes brimmed with tears. âIâm sorry I got you in trouble.â
âThatâs okay. It wasnât your fault. I used two pencils at the same time so it would go faster.â
âIâm going to make you a gift,â Lila said. âItâs a surprise, so donât ask me what it is.â
The three of them walked back home. Annie knew her parents would be disappointed that she was in hot water already.
The truth came out at the kitchen table over platefuls of salt cod, pork scraps, white sauce with sautéed onion, and boiled potatoes. Annieâs dad asked them how the first day of school went. He looked confused when neither of them answered. Then he put down his utensils, clasped his big hands in front of him, and looked at Annie. âWhat happened?â
David spoke first. âShe didnât do anything wrong. Lila told me Annie was sticking up for her.â
âIâm asking Annie.â
âMiss Coombs was frightening Lila so I spoke up. I had to stay in detention and write I am a rude little girl one hundred times. Iâm really not, Dad. I didnât understand what the teacher meant about speaking when spoken to and I did speak when she spoke but then she changed her mind and said I shouldnât speak. It was very confusing.â
Her parents looked at each other from across the table. Mom held up her napkin to hide her mouth. Dad nodded his head as if thinking deeply about the situation.
âWell, itâs true that in school you only speak when the teacher asks you a question, so I can see why she thought you overstepped the boundaries of classroom etiquette. On the other hand, if you were sticking up for an injustice being done to a friend, Iâm proud of you. But you must also realize that it is rude to talk back to an adult, however misguided they may be. Your best course of action is to keep quiet and then come and tell us if you think a friend is being abused.â
Her dad always talked like this. It made Annie feel important. And she couldnât believe that she didnât get into trouble.
âI think you should stay in after supper and go to bed early. It sounds like youâve had a tiring day. What do you think, Abbie?
âI think so too. Now, who would like some lemon meringue pie?â
That night after supper Lila knocked on their back door.
âHere Annie, I made this for you. And I made something for David too so he wouldnât be left out.â
She handed over two small pieces of paper. Annieâs was a picture of herself standing in the classroom in defiance of