in the spring the water came tumbling over the dam and formed a deep pool. It was a good place. Sometimes you could get some big ones there.

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• Subtopic: The Spring Water and Walter In the spring, the water came tumbling over the dam and formed a deep pool. It was a good place. Sometimes you could get some big ones there. I went down that way on my way to school one spring morning. It was out of my way, but I wanted to see if Walter was there. He was, inflammatory rheumatism and all. There he was, sitting with a fish pole in his hand. He had been able to walk down there all right. • Subtopic: The Pain and Going to School It was then that my own legs began to hurt. My back too. I went on to school, but at recess, I began to cry. I did it when the teacher, Sarah Suggett, had come out into the schoolyard. She came right over to me. “I ache all over,” I said. I did, too. I kept on crying, and it worked all right. “You’d better go on home,” she said. So I went. I limped painfully away. I kept on limping until I got out of the schoolhouse street. Then I felt better. I still had inflammatory rheumatism pretty bad, but I could get along better. • Subtopic: Deciding Not to Tell I must have done some thinking on the way home. “I’d better not say I have inflammatory rheumatism,” I decided. “Maybe if you’ve got that, you swel...