"Ho but they don't!"I cried."They fight like anything!Every day they make the feathers fly!"In a backward stroke Miss Amelia's fingers,big and bony,struck my cheek a blow that nearly upset me.A red wave crossed her face,and her eyes snapped.I never had been so surprised in all my life.I was only going to tell her the truth.What she had said was altogether false.Ever since I could remember I had watched courting male birds fight all over the farm.After a couple had paired,and were nest building,the father always drove every other bird from his location.In building I had seen him pecked for trying to place a twig.I had seen that happen again for merely offering food to the mother,if she didn't happen to be hungry,or for trying to make love to her when she was brooding.If a young bird failed to get the bite it wanted,it sometimes grabbed one of its nestmates by the bill,or the eye even,and tried to swallow it whole.Always the oldest and strongest climbed on top of the youngest and fooled his mammy into feeding him most by having his head highest,his mouth widest,and begging loudest.There could be no mistake.I was so amazed I forgot the blow,as I stared at the fool woman.
"I don't see why you slap me!"I cried."It's the truth!Lots of times old birds pull out bunches of feathers fighting,and young ones in the nests bite each other until they squeal."Miss Amelia caught my shoulders and shook me as hard as she could;and she proved to be stronger than you ever would have thought to look at her.
"Take your seat!"she cried."You are a rude,untrained child!""They do fight!"I insisted,as I held my head high and walked to my desk.
Leon laughed out loud,and that made everyone else.Miss Amelia had so much to do for a few minutes that she forgot me,and I know now why Leon started it,at least partly.He said afterward it was the funniest sight he ever saw.My cheek smarted and burned.I could scarcely keep from feeling to learn whether it were swelling,but I wouldn't have shed a tear or raised my hand for anything you could offer.
Recess was coming and I didn't know what to do.If I went to the playground,all of them would tease me;and if I sat at my desk Miss Amelia would have another chance at me.That was too much to risk,so I followed the others outdoors,and oh joy!there came Laddie down the road.He set me on one of the posts of the hitching rack before the church,and with my arms around his neck,I sobbed out the whole story.
"She didn't understand,"said Laddie quietly."You stay here until I come back.I'll go explain to her about the birds.
Perhaps she hasn't watched them as closely as you have."Recess was over before he returned.He had wet his handkerchief at the water bucket,and now he bathed my face and eyes,straightened my hair with his pocket comb,and began unlacing my shoes.
"What are you going to do?"I asked."I must wear them.All the girls do.Only the boys are barefoot.""You are excused,"answered Laddie."Three-fourths of the day is enough to begin on.Miss Amelia says you may come with me.""Where are you going?"
Laddie was stripping off my stockings as he looked into my eyes,and smiled a peculiar little smile.
"Oh Laddie!"I cried."Will you take me?Honest!"He laughed again and then he rubbed my feet.
"Poor abused feet,"he said."Sometimes I wish shoes had never been invented.""They feel pretty good when there's ice."
"So they do!"said Laddie.
He swung me to the ground,and we crossed the road,climbed the fence,and in a minute our redbird swamp shut the schoolhouse and cross old Miss Amelia from sight.Then we turned and started straight toward our Big Woods.I could scarcely keep on the ground.
"How are the others getting along?"asked Laddie.
"She's cross as two sticks,"I told him."Johnny Hood hasn't shot one paper wad,and Leon hadn't done a thing until he laughed about the birds,and I guess he did that to make her forget me.""Good!"cried Laddie."I didn't suppose the boy thought that far.""Oh,you never can tell by looking at him,how far Leon is thinking,"I said.
"That's so,too,"said Laddie."Are your feet comfortable now?""Yes,but Laddie,isn't my face marked?"
"I'm afraid it is a little,"said Laddie."We'll bathe it again at the creek.We must get it fixed so mother won't notice.""What will the Princess think?"
"That you fell,perhaps,"said Laddie.
"Do the tears show?"
"Not at all.We washed them all away."
"Did I do wrong,Laddie?"
"Yes,I think you did."
"But it wasn't true,what she said."
"That's not the point."
We had reached the fence of the Big Woods.He lifted me to the top rail and explained,while I combed his waving hair with my fingers.
"She didn't strike you because what you said was not so,for it was.She knew instantly you were right,if she knows anything at all about outdoors.This is what made her angry:it is her first day.She wanted to make a good impression on her pupils,to arouse their interest,and awaken their respect.When you spoke,all of them knew you were right,and she was wrong;that made her ridiculous.Can't you see how it made her look and feel?""I didn't notice how she looked,but from the way she hit me,you could tell she felt bad enough.""She surely did,"said Laddie,kissing my cheek softly."Poor little woman!What a world of things you have to learn!""Shouldn't I have told her how mistaken she was?""If you had gone to her alone,at recess or noon,or to-night,probably she would have thanked you.Then she could have corrected herself at some convenient time and kept her dignity.""Must I ask her pardon?"
"What you should do,is to put yourself in Miss Amelia's place and try to understand how she felt.Then if you think you wouldn't have liked any one to do to you what you did to her,you'll know."I hugged Laddie tight and thought fast--there was no need to think long to see how it was.
"I got to tell her I was wrong,"I said."Now let's go to the Enchanted Wood and see if we can find the Queen's daughter.""All right!"said Laddie.
