Donald Davis

Miss Daisy Donald Davis

It was the forty-second year she had taught fourth grade, and the A's through GR's were thinking that Miss Daisy had probably seen her better days. A mouse entered the classroom through an open door while the frail figure of a teacher stood before her desk on the first day of school. Her new class thought they were about to see the old woman witheror worse. What followed, however, convinced them that this would not be an ordinary year in elementary school.