Don't you just love that look of smug satisfaction on her face? She doesn't care one whit how much trouble she is in because the fight was worth every minute of whatever punishment she gets! See how her pride shines out of her face? She will remember this moment through all her life!
I wonder what the principal said to her mother, who doesn't look too happy at being called to the school because of a scrappy, tomboyish daughter. There is something else on the mother's face though; it is concern. She is worried that her daughter's black eye may be worse than it appears. Still, I'll bet that kid got a spanking when she got home - or maybe a "switching" with a hickory branch.
Except for the fact that I was not a fighter (I ran from the merest possibility of conflict), I could have posed for that painting. I wore my dark hair in braids and I had many a plaid, pleated skirt for school. I even wore similar shoes until I was about nine. It is funny how an illustration like this can prod you to remember things from your own childhood. What does it evoke from your memory?
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