Page 19 - Jeremiah Lollipop

“STOP!” said Mrs. MacCreadle, “I’ve heard enough! It is quite

obvious that you HAVE been paying attention, so I will continue with

the story!”

She went back to the desk at the front of the classroom, picked the

book up, found the place and started to read again.

But Jeremiah wasn’t interested. He was back in his little room in the

castle, wrapped in blankets and looking out through the window. Snow

was still falling, gently, and a yellow moon had begun to rise over the

stone walls. Down in the court yard a wind whistled round and round,

sending the snow into little flurries. Jeremiah smiled. This story at least

had found a happy ending.