The street lights were fuzzy from the fine rain that was falling. As I made my wayhome, I felt very old, but when I looked at the tip of my nose I could see fine mistybeads, but looking cross-eyed made me dizzy so I quit. As I made my way home, Ithought what a thing to tell Jem tomorrow. He'd be so mad he missed it he wouldn'tspeak to me for days. As I made my way home, I thought Jem and I would get grownbut there wasn't much else left for us to learn, except possibly algebra.
