had been learning the alphabet from A to G. Patiently Grace stood up.
âMiss Mary Louise. Will your husband pen your ball invitations?â
Mary Louise blinked.
âWill he pen invitations to a ladiesâ tea for you? Will he write your letters to your sister when she is married and lives in Memphis and you are married and living in New Orleans?â
âBut Mama never writes,â Mary Louise blustered.
âYour mama does not strike me as the type to have teas,â Grace said recklessly. âNow, think on what I said.â
âI guess youâre right,â Mary Louise replied, and picked up her quill. Margaret Anne followed suit.
âD is for?â Grace prompted, sitting back down next to her youngest charge.
âDog!â
The triumphant voice came from the doorway, and all three looked up to see a grinning Geoffrey.
âGeoffrey, do you know your alphabet?â Grace asked.
He hung in the doorway. âNo maâam. Only what you been teachinâ Miz Margaret Anne today.â
âWhy, heâs been spyinâ!â Mary Louise cried.
âCome here, Geoffrey,â Grace said with a smile.
He came in, half eager and half bashful.
âNow Margaret Anne, letâs start again. D is for?â
âD is for dog.â Margaret Anne bit her lip.
âAnd E?â
It was no use. Margaret Anne had not retained anything, and she shrugged dramatically.
By her side, Geoffrey was wriggling, barely able to restrain himself. Grace looked at him. âGeoffrey?â
âEgg!â he shouted. âF is for fun! G is for good! A is for apple! B is forâ¦â he broke off. Then his face brightened. âBad! C is for cat!â
âThat is very good,â Grace said, stunned that he had remembered the letters, when she and Margaret Anne had only drilled through them a half a dozen times. âStart from the beginning,â she cried, excited. âTry again.â
Mary Louise gasped. âYou canât teach him! Heâs a nigger!â
âBe quiet, Mary Louise,â Grace said sharply. âGo on, Geoffrey, try again, this time from the beginning.â
Proud and excited, Geoffrey flawlessly recited the sequence of the alphabet which Grace had been trying to teach Margaret Anne all afternoon.
âVery, very good. A hundred percent. Do you know what that means?â
He shook his head, grinning with pleasure.
âThat means youâve gotten every one correct.â
âEvery one?â
âEvery one. Do you want to learn to read and write, Geoffrey?â
âYes, maâam.â
âDonât you go to the public school?â
He hung his head. âI got too many chores, maâam.â
Grace was exhilarated. She would teach Geoffrey to read and write! And she knew, in the precise instant, that there was such a thing as fate after all, and that the reason she had come South was far grander than she had thoughtâit was to educate, and thus liberate, at least this one little boy.
She thought of all the runaway slaves who had passed through their home in New York on the Underground Railroad before the War, when she had been just a child. Grace had been told what her parents were doing as soon as she was old enough to understand. She had seen them all, even the ones she wasnât supposed to, the ones who had been abused and beaten and starved. Grace didnât think she had forgotten a single, desperate face.
She had been shocked the first time she had realized that most colored people could not readâwere not allowed to learn to read. She had been six, and to this day she could remember it so clearly. She had wanted to share her favorite story with a little boy of eight or so, who had picked up the book and opened it, upside down, curiously and uncomprehendingly. Her disappointment that she couldnât share the story with him had been as vast as her shock that he was not allowed to even learn to
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