As Martha bustled out, Emma spotted Yates and ran to him excitedly. Mr. Yates, I went to school today and I wrote my letters and I read a whole page by myself. Yates grinned, crouching down to her level. Did you now?
That's mighty impressive, Miss Emma. Soon you'll be reading whole books. I already can read some of the ones you gave me. Emma declared proudly. Mama helps with the big words.
I've no doubt you're the smartest student in the school. He glanced up at Faith, his green eyes warm. Though I suspect you have an excellent teacher. Faith smiled despite her lingering embarrassment from Martha's teasing. What brings you to town, Yates?
Surely not to check on our first day of school. Actually, that's exactly why I'm here. He stood, his tall frame seeming to fill the modest schoolhouse. Thought I'd see how you both fared, and he hesitated, reaching into his coat pocket. I brought something for Emma.
From his pocket, he withdrew a small wooden object, a delicately carved whistle in the shape of a bird. My father made one like this for me when I was about your age, Emma. If you blow gently, it sounds just like a meadowark. Emma accepted the gift reverently, her eyes wide. When she blew softly as instructed, a sweet, warbling note filled the schoolhouse.
It's beautiful. Thank you, Mr. Yates. You're welcome, little one. He ruffled her hair affectionately before turning back to Faith.
And for you, Mrs. Summers, some practical news. The school board met yesterday and approved funds for new readers and arithmetic books. Mayor Wilson asked me to inform you since I was heading this way. That's wonderful news, Faith replied, genuinely pleased.
Some of the books were so worn that pages were missing. Did they approve the slate boards I requested as well? Every item on your list, in fact. Wilson seemed impressed by your thorough preparation. Yates hesitated, then added, "Not everyone on the board was initially in favor, Mrs.
Wilson, had some concerns about your ah qualifications, but I was able to assure them of your excellent credentials." Faith raised an eyebrow. "You're on the school board." "Treasurer," he confirmed with a slight smile. "Someone has to keep track of the money. The supplies should arrive by stage a coach next week. Thank you for your support, Faith said sincerely.