The next morning Fran showed up at the door with an old box under her arm.
"Bonjour, mes enfants."
"Bonjour, Mlle. Dupuis," the class said.
"I hear that you are waiting to read a special book," Fran said, "A book that is about the people who lived in this town before it was a town."
"Dad's book!" Tom's eyes lit up.
"Yes, your father is reading this book. It was written by mon Pere." She opened the box and put stacks of books on the desk. "I'm afraid that there isn't enough for everyone, so you'll have to take turns." She handed a book to Leigh, "Mrs. Dalrymple gets one so she can read it and answer your questions. Now line up and I'll hand out the rest."
The children lined up quickly and the books were handed out. They grouped around the children with books and looked at pictures an
