steps of the school so antsy and twitch-ity that he looked like heâs sitting on a hot stove. Something had him awful riled up and happy.
I said, âMorning, Cooter.â
âMorning, Eli!â
He jumped off the steps and pulled me over to the side of the schoolhouse soâs no one else could hear us.
Cooter said, âGuess what! I seen Mr. Travis at the sawmill on Saturday!â
âSo?â
âAnd he was acting more peculiar than he normal do!â
âSo?â
âAnd we gets to talking and I seen heâs mighty upset âbout something.â
âSo?â
âSo the more he talk to me, the more and more upsetter heâs getting for no cause atall. So when he finally leave, Iâm standing there scratching my head wondering whatâs plaguing him.â
âWhat you figure it was?â
âI couldnât make heads nor tails of it till a minute ago when I seen him going at the blackboard like a demon had ahold of him! Then I finally knowed what it was!â
âCooter, quit playing. What was it?â
âHe was acting so peculiar âcause of what he was planning on doing here at school today!â
âWhatâs that?â
âElijah, you ainât gonna believe what Mr. Travis is fixing to teach us âbout this morning!â
I warenât gonna get myself worked up âbout
none
of Mr. Travisâs lessons. I ainât trying to say Iâm smarter than Cooter, but I notice things a little better and carefuller than him, and Mr. Travis ainât showed no signs atall that he could come up with any lesson that was worth getting this excited over.
But if there was someone who warenât enthusiastic âbout his studies more than me it was Cooter Bixby, so for him to be this riled up maybe it was gonna be something after all!
I said, âWhatâs he gonna teach us?â
Cooter looked over both our shoulders then whispered, âTake a peek in that window and look what heâs writ on the blackboard. You ainât gonna believe it!â
I stood on my tiptoes and looked into our classroom. Mr. Travis didnât usually write nothing on the board till weâd been studying for a while and children had started getting drowsy and droopy, but today heâd writ âcross the blackboard in letters big enough that you couldâve read âem from Lake Erie in the fog: FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT !
You could tell Mr. Travis was feeling real strong âbout this lesson, the words were underlined three times and you could even see that heâd been mashing on the chalk so hard that it had busted clean in two in a couple of places and he had to commence his underlining all over again! It warenât nothing to imagine Mr. Travis standing at the blackboard after heâd finished doing this writing, huffing and puffing with his eyes spitting fire!
Doggone-it-all, maybe Cooter was right!
I warenât too confident that he was gonna know but I asked him anyway, âSo what do those words mean?â
Cooter said, âYou donât know? I was kind of hoping you could tell
me
. But I done some thinking the way Mr. Travisâs been telling us to. I matched up the two of them words I donât know with two words that I do know.â
âWhat you come up with?â
âLike I said, I ainât got too much a notion what the first word and last word mean, I figure they ainât nothing but some fancy mumbo jumbo. But we
both
know what that word in the middle means, right?â
I mustâve been looking puzzled.
Cooter said, âEli! You work in the stable, you
gotta
know what â¦â He checked over our shoulders again, leaned in real close, and whispered in my ear, âYou just gotta know what
BREEDING
is, right?â
You didnât need to work in no stable to know what breeding is!
I said, âYeah!â
Cooter said, âAnd look at that first word,
famili-arity
.