05-24-2020, 11:46 AM
Just a few more minutes of sitting in this stiff chair, in these itchy corduroys, and Clover would be home free. It was Friday, so naturally, the whole class was yearning to go play in the sun of this strangely-warm afternoon. For January, especially on the seaside, the air felt mild, at a decent 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius), and Clover especially wanted to play in the field just past the school. Yesterday, it had rained, and although that meant he couldn't play outdoors for fear of catching a cold, the rain had turned most of the field into MUD! And wasn't that splendid!
The cuckoo clock chimed and immediately all the children started to get up. Clover ran out the door, his coat draped over his arm because it was warm enough to not wear it over his overalls and thick cotton shirt. He ran toward the field, plenty of his classmates following, and didn't worry over whether or not his father would be annoyed if he came home covered in mud.
The cuckoo clock chimed and immediately all the children started to get up. Clover ran out the door, his coat draped over his arm because it was warm enough to not wear it over his overalls and thick cotton shirt. He ran toward the field, plenty of his classmates following, and didn't worry over whether or not his father would be annoyed if he came home covered in mud.
