The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 5 (Part 5)

After we cleaned—again—it was dinnertime. Louisa picked at her meal and went to her doom with a martyred expression. I was sent to the school wing on the third floor. Every weeknight, Mr. Steedstiff tutored portions of the female staff, the males seen to by Miss Frothinglips. As this marked the end of my second day, I spent the two hours giving answers to a variety of primers. I felt shame at my obvious ignorance of mathematics, geography, history and frankly, nearly every subject beyond reading comprehension and vocabulary. My penmanship was atrocious, attitude truculent. My bottom paid.

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