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Show Nettie, Page 76 Papa's eyes narrowed and his mustache twitched, but he said not a word. We patted Nettie's hand and turned abruptly away. He murmured something to Mama about being gone for a while and then strode purposefully from the house. The next day at school Nettie got to her seat early so that Mr. May wouldn't have to wait for her. But it was unnecessary. Mr. May was unusually late. When he did come into the room he paused slightly before turning to his class. When he did turn, the class once more gasped as one. Mr. May was sporting a rather large, swollen, and very tender-looking black left eye. |