"But Miss Lesley, I don't mean now—"
"I'll go, Miss Lesley," Dougie yells from his row, but she pays him no mind.
She's done with talking now. She grabs the back of my pinafore with her right hand and pulls it up all into a bunch so's I’m practically choking. Then she steers me out the door of the schoolroom with my feet barely skimming the ground. For a scrawny woman, Miss Lesley is strong when she wants to be.
My mouth is still working around what to say next when I find myself on the wrong side of the door. All I can think of in that minute is what she called me. Another one of her best readers. Me. Of all people.
Excerpt from Counting on Grace copyright © 2006 by Elizabeth Winthrop. Courtesy of Wendy Lamb Books, an imprint of Random House Children's Books, a division of Random House Inc.