allegiance. Little Britches didnât, but her eyes were wide now. She was taking everything in.
The pledge lasted little longer than counting us. But we took our sweet time settling back down. Tansy pondered, then said, âArithmeââ
âBetter not,â Charlie called out. Though I wished heâd shut up and quit helping, he was right. Arithmetic wasnât Tansyâs long suit. She knew her mathematics to the Rule of Three, but whether she could cypher into fractions, I had no idea. I knew I couldnât. Anyhow, arithmetic isnât any way to start the day.
âSpellinâ School!â Charlie suggested. Iâd never known that boy be so helpful. He ought to sit up there at the desk instead of Little Britches, being teacherâs pet. Tansy strode to the library shelf and pulled out the blue-backed Webster speller.
Elsewhere, they called them spelling bees. We always called it Spelling School. As a school study, it was known as âorthography.â It was the most important subject in the education of that time. You may not have anything to say, but you dadburn better know how to spell it.
âDivvy them up into two teams,â Tansy told Little Britches.
Sheâd pulled her bonnet back on because she wasnât staying. She blinked out of it at us. Pointing a tiny finger, she said, âThat boy at the back with the round hair.â
Thatâd be me.
She pointed again. âThat boy with the ears.â
Thatâd be Flopears. Lloyd and Lester Kriegbaum fell in with him. That left me and Pearl and Charlie Parr on our side. Having Flopears on the opposing team made up for having to have Charlie on ours.
We pushed back the desks and squared off. Pearl didnât want to take part, but she recalled how close that pointer had come to her.
Tansy opened the Webster in front of Little Britches, who gazed down at it like a small owl. âPoint to a word,â Tansy told her.
âWhatâs a word?â
Tansy showed her.
Little Britches pointed, and Tansy boomed out, âRussell Culver, asinine !â
âAsinine,â I said. âA-double Sââ
âWrong!â Tansy grabbed up the cowbell on her desk and rang it over her head, introducing a new tradition to orthography.
âWhatâs wrong with it?â I whined.
âFind out!â Tansy barked.
Little Britches pointed out another word.
âLester Kriegbaum, ascend .â
âAscend,â Lester said, âA-S-C-E-N-D. Ascend.â So that put their side one ahead.
Little Britches pointed at the page. She was beginning to feel her power now.
âPearl Nearing,â Tansy said, âasphyxiate.â Tansy smiled slightly.
âTell her to pick shorter words,â Pearl snapped.
âAsphyxiate.â
âOh, all right. Asphyxiate. A-S-Fââ
The cowbell clanged.
Little Britches pushed back her bonnet, and bounced in teacherâs chair. She scanned the page for another word, the longer the better.
âThey donât all have to start with A ,â Tansy remarked.
âWhatâs A ?â Little Britches asked.
Tansy looked out at us. âFlopâFloyd Lumley, ascend the rostrum and write the letter A on the blackboard.â
The blackboard wasnât anything as grand as slate. It was just a part of the wooden wall painted black. Flopears shambled forth. He picked up the chalk, pointed at the blackboard, and wrote a large, crooked A . Turning in her big chair, Little Britches gave him all her attention.
âWrite, âA is for apple,â Floyd,â Tansy said, and Flopears printed:
A IS FOR APPEL
And so it went. The morning melted away as we spelled each other down and taught Little Britches her ABCâs. Tansy said we had to look up the meanings of the words too, though weâd always thought just spelling them was plenty.
âMiss Myrt didnât have us do it that-a-way!â we bleated, as we were so often