Margaret bent over her book, and seeing nothing but that--hearing the buzz of children's voices, old times rose up, and she thought of them, and her eyes filled with tears, till all at once there was a pause--one of the girls was stumbling over the apparently simple word "a," uncertain what to call it.

Margaret bent over her book, and at the buzz of children's voices, old times rose up, and her eyes filled with tears. One of the girls was stumbling over the apparently simple word 'a,' uncertain what to call it.
