The day when our picture-orders arrive
at school, is always a good day. The teacher has all our packets to
pass out, and that's time she can't give us work to do. I take out a
book and read, keeping one ear open to hear when my name is called.
When I get my packet, I open it right away. I sort through the
pictures, the little wallet-sized ones for us at home to keep, and
the bigger, portrait-sized ones that get sent to my grandparents.
