palace.â
âSplendid!â Daisy replied, reaching for just one more.
Chapter Two Â
The next morning, Daisy rushed through her breakfast, not even taking time to finish her cinnamon toast. After her crazy dream, she couldnât wait to get to school to find out her teacherâs big news.
Even though she was in a hurry, Daisy still tried to avoid walking with Samantha, who lived next door. Samantha was in Daisyâs class and liked the words
stop
and
mine
.
If they did walk together, Samantha would always say, â
Slow down
,â and â
Follow me.
â The words Samantha used hurt Daisyâs ears. She didnât want those kinds of words stuck in her head all day long â not when there were so many other wonderful words in the world. When she did walk with Samantha, Daisy would sometimes hum a little song to herself when Samantha began to talk.
Avoiding Samantha took some work, because Samantha was a whole head taller than Daisy and could easily see over the fence that separated their houses. Daisy had figured out that if she cut through her backyard and then through Mrs. Bookmanâs bushes, she could end up in front of Emmaâs house without ever going by Samanthaâs house. The only problem was that the bushes were prickly and the ground was muddy, and today she was wearing her new ballet flats and favorite blue hoodie in honor of Miss Goldnerâs big news.
So Daisy decided to skip, while singing loudly, with her hood pulled up over her head and her eyes closed. Well, one eye really. She thought it would be a good idea to keep one eye open, so she could see where she was going. Daisy figured Samantha would have no idea what to make of such a spectacle. Besides, Daisy knew that Samantha did not like to skip. By the time Daisy got to the corner, Emma was already there and Samantha hadnât appeared.
All the way to school, Daisy and Emma talked about Miss Goldner â the best teacher in the whole world.
âI like how Miss Goldner uses words like
imagine
and
recess
,â Daisy said. âThose words are on my
Sparkling School Words
list.â
âAfter weâve been working hard, itâs great when Miss Goldner puts her hands on her hips and says, âYou know what we need right now? A dance break!ââ Emma said.
âI know!â Daisy agreed. âAnd sheâs not like those other teachers who just sit and watch us dance or sort of sway back and forth.â
âSheâs always right in the middle of the class, swinging her arms and twirling around,â Emma said. Then Emma, with her long hair bouncing up and down against her back, did an imitation of Miss Goldnerâs dancing technique right there on the sidewalk.
âSheâs the best,â Daisy agreed, her brown curls flying as she joined in.
âWasnât it fun when she let us bring our wagons to school covered with white sheets, and we got to travel across the field like pioneers?â Emma asked, resuming the walk to school.
âMy favorite day was when we went on that field trip to the beach and our only assignment was to watch the ocean,â Daisy said.
âAnd remember when she made us a cake with different colored layers to teach us about the layers of the earth?â Emma asked.
Daisy remembered it all.
But for Daisy, the absolutely best thing about Miss Goldner was that whenever she used a difficult word, she stopped and explained what it meant. To Daisy, that was the best possible thing a teacher could do.
Daisy was thinking about words and Emma was still enjoying her memory of the cake as they turned the corner and arrived at school.
The girls put their backpacks on the hooks outside the classroom door. Daisy carefully carried her notebook into the classroom and put it inside her desk for safekeeping. When all the children were sitting in their seats, Miss Goldner did what she always did â she took attendance and said something
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