Clover bounced along the lane this morning, his spirits quite high because he'd done well on a surprise spelling quiz at school. As he walked up the lane toward the yellow house, he saw through the window his father and Ms. Calloway as well as Ms. Calloway's babies, all curled up on her bed. Whether or not they knew the curtains were open enough for them to be seen, the little boy didn't know, and he hurried up to the front door and, finding it unlocked, slipped inside and called, "Pa? Ma- Miss Calloway?" He almost called Ms. Calloway his Ma and his cheeks flushed a little at his mistake.