Miss Meadows

Beautiful day.

Yes, it certainly is.

- That's a pretty dress.

- Thank you.

What you reading?

- Poetry.

- I know a poem. Want to hear it?

- No, thanks.

- I love Little Pussy.

Her fur is so warm. And if I don't

hurt her, she'll do me no harm.

What's the matter, don't you like it?

Hey, why don't you and I get some lunch

and you could read

some of those poems to me?

No, thank you.

I prefer to read silently.

Oh, 'cause I'm real hungry

and I hate to eat alone.

Then perhaps a cafeteria-style diner

would suit your needs.

Think you're pretty cute, don't you?

My mother says I have

a certain kind of loveliness

though I believe in the Anasazi Indians

that the face is for others to look at.

Get in.

I'm going to walk away now.

I suggest you let me.

Get in!

- Are you threatening me?

- Get in!

Toodle-oo.

Who saw him die?

"I," said the fly, "With my little eye."

Mother dear,

how do we get blood out again?

I told you, dear.

Lemon juice with equal parts ice water.

If you let it soak long enough,

no one'll know the difference.

- It'll be our little secret.

- We have so many, Mother dear.

Now, tell Mother.

Don't fib. Did you accidentally

cut yourself with a knife again?

No, but don't worry about me,

Mother dear.

- Oh, Mother never stops her worry, Mary.

- You always say that.

- 'Cause it's always true.

- I can take care of myself.

So... what does my little big girl

plan on doing today?

I am substitute-teaching

in a low-income,

racially mixed bottom-scoring,

first-grade classroom.

Oh, you poor darling.

You could have run a charm school

in a soon-to-be bankrupt

department store or been president.

But that wasn't my destiny, Mother.

Well, I hardly think your destiny

is being a temporary teacher.

Well, no one knows

their destiny except... God...

or... a best-selling author.

Well, I just don't understand

why you don't something more permanent.

Permanence is temporary, Mother dear.

Well, I suppose

there's some truth in that, Mary.

The truth is relative.

- I guess I should let you go.

- You'll never let me go.

- Toodle-oo. I love you.

- Toodle-oo. I love you too.

Life is mostly froth and bubble.

Two things stand like stone:

Kindness in another's trouble

and courage in your own.

What the author in this book

is trying to tell us,

that no matter what the most important things

in life are kindness and courage.

Who can tell me an example

of courage in their own lives?

- Miss Meadows, Miss Meadows!

- Gordon?

- Mrs. Meadows?

- It's Miss Meadows. Let's continue.

If you're a "miss," does that mean

you miss having a husband?

Well, that's one interpretation.

Although the other is that I prefer it

that way because I have all of you.

So who has an example for me?

Wow! You thought of one, Heather?

Can I take a snack break now?

No, not yet. Can I help you find

an example of courage?

Well, Mrs. Dodd left us.

Well, Mrs. Dodd isn't here right now.

Miss Meadows is.

She's never coming back.

- Of course she is.

- No, she's not!

My grandma had the same thing

she does and she died.

I saw her in her coffin.

She looked like string cheese.

Well, it sounds like Mrs. Dodd

is an example of courage.

How about we make

"get well soon" cards for Mrs. Dodd

and I will personally see that she gets them?

Are we doing coloured or plain?

- Plain. Coloured!

- Plai... Oh, my goodness!

Mrs. Dodd's got the Big C. Don't fill

those children's minds with false hope.

There are over 13 million cancer survivors

throughout the world.

The only thing false

is not having any hope.

- Is that a fact?

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