She'd tell how Amy Barrington had got mad and had busted in her door because the teacher bought mukluks from Julia Pitka instead of her. And then Sam had helped her into the plane and the engine had roared and they were up and over the spruce trees and on their way. I could tell Sam thought so, the way he winked at us. I can't stay in this place for another second."Īnd he'd waited, and she'd come tumbling out of her little cabin, leaving the door open, leaving everything behind but the two suitcases she carried. "Wait for me, it will only take a minute," she'd said. She pushed right through the rest of us and started talking before Sam even got to say hello. He had just landed with the mail and there the new teacher was, waiting for him when he opened the door of the cockpit. That was Sam White, the pilot, saying good-bye to us. The little plane circled our village and then flew low over Andreson's store and waggled its wings at us. She said she hated school when she was little. Mamma never went to school much, just a few months here and there when her family wasn't trapping or out at spring muskrat camp. "Maybe no more school." Mamma twitched her shoulder a little to show she didn't care. "What will happen now?" I asked Mamma as we watched the plane take the teacher away.
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