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The subject of marriage and God was dropped for the time, but Marcail asked God to open the door someday. She wanted to introduce Allie to the Man, Jesus Christ, who would change her life forever if only she would let Him do so.
five
On the first day of school Marcail had the worst attack of nerves shed ever experienced in her life. The coffee she drank made her feel sick to the stomach, and when she burned the piece of bread she was going to eat, she decided to go without.
Too excited to stay home, she was over at the schoolhouse an hour before the children were expected. There was no need to ring the bell when the time came because the children were already on their way. Marcail rushed to the door when she spotted the first group heading toward the schoolhouse.
Mr. Flynn had given Marcail a list of whom to expect. She noticed that Sydney Duckworths name was not on the list. Without him she had 19 students, the youngest of whom was seven and the oldest 15.
Marcail introduced herself to the children as they entered the classroom, and then requested their first and last names, even if shed met them the day before. She fold them to take any seat for the time being. They did as they were told, but each and every one turned in his seat to stare at the new teacher. Marcail felt compassion for them. Up to the time she was ten, her mother and then her sister had been her only teachers. When that changed she clearly remembered how worried shed been about the new instructor liking her.
Good morning, class, she greeted her students once she was in front of the blackboard. Marcail smiled at them with sincere warmth and felt her heart melt over some of the shy smiles she received in return.
She proceeded to tell the class a little bit about herself before asking each student to stand and introduce himself again. From that point forward, the day flew. Marcail could hardly believe her eyes when the big clock on the wall read 3:00.
A few parents came in wagons to claim their children, and two students had horses they had stabled for the day in the small barn out back. Most walked, however, and Marcail stood at the door until they were far from view. She stepped back into the room and stood smiling at the little signs that clearly showed children had been there: a crooked chair, marks on the board, the globe on the floor.
Thank You, Lord. She whispered the words. Thank You for a wonderful day.
Marcail had been teaching school for ten days with no sign of Sydney Duckworth. It wasnt hard to figure out that Mrs. Duckworth had decided against sending him. Even though Marcail would like to have met him, she had other things on her mind, specifically, the lunchbox social scheduled for the next day.