VOLUME TWO: CORDIA'S HOPE: A STORY OF LOVE ON THE FRONTIER
Hope Tucker surveyed her pupils one more time before dismissing them for the afternoon. It seemed like her class grew by a student or two every week, and at this rate, they would need a bigger schoolhouse by next fall. "Be sure to practice your letters this evening, Freddy," she said to one of the smaller students in the front row. "Take your slate home, sit by the fireplace, and practice your strokes. You'll get it in no time."
"Yes, Miss Tucker," Jimmy replied, smiling up at her with a large gap where both of his top two front teeth were missing. She patted him gently on the arm and then walked between the rows one last time. The clock showed they had two more minutes, and each child was still fast at work on their lessons, par
