I thought they really admired my sentiments.

On the street, in the schoolyard, I was pointed out.

The people said, "That's Mary Antin.
She had her name in the paper." _I_ thought they said, "This is she who loves her country and worships George Washington." To repeat, I was well aware that I was something of a celebrity, and took all possible satisfaction in the fact; yet I gave my schoolmates no occasion to call me "stuck-up." My vanity did not express itself in strutting or wagging the head.

I played tag and puss-in-the-corner in the schoolyard, and did everything that was comrade-like.

But in the schoolroom I conducted myself gravely, as befitted one who was preparing for the noble career of a poet.
I am forgetting Lizzie McDee.