Chapter 4

Today Mr.Williams attempts to teach me boring Latin.I can’t concentrate,so I sneak glances at Anna.I don’t know what could possibly interest her outside;there are just a couple of slaves tending the gardens.She should consider herself lucky she isn’t out there herself.Usually after my first lesson Mama comes to the classroom and we work on sewing while Mr.Williams teaches Henry algebra.Papa says I don’t need to learn algebra,and that basic mathematics is enough for a Southern young lady,which is fine by me.But Mama doesn’t come,so Mr.Williams makes me study English,which is dull and dreary.Once that torture is over,I draw pictures on my slate and wonder where Henry is.

“Your mother would like you to read this,”Mr.Williams says.

I blink and look up.“What?”

“She wants you to read this book.”He pulls a thin book out of his leather satchel and hands it to me.