Latin on the lawn...

...or, the first day of school.


"Well, how did you get along?" Marilla wanted to know.

"Ask me that a month later and I may be able to tell you. I can't now. . . I don't know myself. . . I'm too near it. My thoughts feel as if they had been all stirred up until they were thick and muddy. The only thing I feel really sure of having accomplished today is that I taught Cliffie Wright that A is A. He never knew it before. Isn't it someting to have started a soul along a path that may end in Shakespeare and Paradise Lost?"

--Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea