THE CORN LADY 



carefully and patiently. She would come as 

 early as she could in order to sew before 

 school commenced in the morning and, 

 sometimes she would study so hard that she 

 would get some extra time for her sewing. 

 She was doing much better work in all her 

 studies, too. 



She finished her apron a week before the 

 entertainment, and took it home and washed 

 and ironed it. It was just beautiful. Every 

 stitch seemed perfect. I met her father the 

 evening before our Farm and Home Day 

 and urged him to be sure to come. I asked 

 him if he had seen what a beautiful apron 

 Florence had made. He scowled and 

 growled out: 



"I don't take no stock in sich things. They 

 don't have no place in school nohow." 



He was so big and so cross that the tears 

 started in my eyes. I just tried to smile and 

 hurried on home. 



The next forenoon, when the blue ribbon 

 had been put on Florence's apron, she came 

 up to me and when I leaned down, she put 

 her arms around my neck and whispered: 



"Teacher, please may I go home and tell 

 ma and pa about my apron?" 



"Certainly you may, and tell them to come 



