“You were punished, ma’am? Whatever for?” I asked, truly astonished at this revelation.
Prissy paused in thought, looking up at the rough wooden beams that crossed the ceiling before she went on. “It was all very silly. Some of us girls had made some birds out of folded paper and started tossing them about the schoolroom to see if they would fly. The schoolmistress told us to stop, but I could not resist one more throw, and she caught me in the act. I think she hit me extra hard because she was so shocked I would disobey. I had always been quite a Goody Two Shoes, if you know who that is.
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