Harry nodded. He didn’t like this kind of horrible. “I don’t feel like being Georgie Porgie. Miss Mackle is in the hospital. I just want to be sad.” “Well I know it would make your teacher sad if her accident kept you from doing your Mother Goose skits.” “It would?” Harry put his head up. “Yes. She would want you to give them as planned for the kindergarten and first-grade classes.” “Could we dedicate our performance to our teacher?” Harry said, wiping his eyes again with his sleeve. “I’ll let you make the announcement before the skit begins. Okay, Georgie Porgie?” Harry sat up and smiled. Then he lowered his thick eyebrows. I knew he had just gotten an idea. “Can we