In which I learn not to reread some childhood favorites.
I remembered liking this book. I had a fond feeling in my heart when I flipped through the illustrations. After rereading, I'm not sure what I liked. Maybe it's just dated (I did laugh out loud when little Betsy begged her mother to adopt her “a little colored baby”), or maybe kids' books now are so much more complex and realistic. Either way, I was disappointed that Betsy and her friends didn't buy their teacher a monkey as a wedding present, and disappointed in the book.
