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room. “I’m sorry, Mabel. I know how disappointed you are. It’s especially hard to think you have a perfect paper and then have it taken away from you.”
    I nodded. “Warren was right about one thing, though. He said I couldn’t ask God to take a test for me—especially not when I wanted to prove that I was better than someone else.”
    I debated about whether to tell Sarah Jane on the way to school. Finally I decided she might as well know sooner as later.
    “I’m not going to tell anyone else but Miss Gibson,” I said. “She can tell the others.”
    “Why tell her?” Sarah Jane wanted to know. “The mistake in the book wasn’t your fault.”
    “The mistake on my paper was,” I replied. “It would be cheating to just let it go.”
    “How about putting down a wrong answer on your next test?” she suggested. “Then you’d be even.”
    I shook my head. “I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be fair to the ones who had it right.”
    “I was just trying to think of some way to keep Warren Carter from crowing about how great boys are,” Sarah Jane said with a shrug. “I didn’t think you’d go along with it.”
    Miss Gibson was surprised when I told her what Pa had found. “I believe that’s the one Warren had marked wrong!” she exclaimed.
    “I was pretty sure it would be.” I sighed. “Justice wouldn’t be served if it weren’t. I got what was coming to me for thinking I was so much smarter than he is.”
    “Mabel,” Miss Gibson said, “I’d rather have an honest student with errors in her work than a dishonest one with a perfect record. When you are grown, people will be more interested in your integrity than in your knowledge of arithmetic.”
    That pleased me, but the real surprise came at lunchtime when Warren sidled over to where we were sitting. “That was a brave thing to do, Mabel,” he said. “I don’t think I’d have wanted to. You might even have the right idea about praying. You’re really all right—for a girl.”

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6
    The Seamstress
    “Ma, did you remember that we’re having an ice-cream social at school in two weeks?”
    “Yes,” Ma replied. “I remember. And I’ll have a cake ready for you to take; don’t worry about it.”
    “It’s not the cake I was thinking about,” I told her. “It just came to me that a new dress would be nice.”
    Ma looked up from the bread she was kneading. “It would be fine, but I have more projects going now than I can finish in two weeks. Your good dress looks all right.”
    “How about letting me make it myself?” I ventured. “I’m sure I could do it. I’ve watched you sew all my life.”
    “I’ve watched Pa mend harnesses too, but I’m not going to try it,” Ma retorted. “There’s more to making a dress than sewing a seam. It’s always nice if it fits when you’re finished.”
    “I can’t learn any younger,” I said. “At least that’s what you and Pa say when you want