But the teacher cried
The six-year-old John was terribly spoiled . His father knew it， but his grandma doted on him. He hardly left her side. And when he wanted anything， he either cried or threw a temper tantrum. Then came his first day of school， his first day away from his grandmother's loving arms.
When he came home from school his grandma met him at the door.
“Was school all right？” she asked， “Did you get along all right？ did you cry？”
“Cry？” John asked. “No， I didn't cry， but the teacher did！”