Point of View A
After class, Graham hurriedly left his math classroom and rushed back to his dorm.
Charlotte, said Wilbur. “We’re all going home today!” The Fair is almost over. Won’t it be wonderful to be back home in the barn cellar again with the sheep and the geese?” For a moment Charlotte said nothing. Then she spoke in a voice so low Wilbur could hardly hear the words. “I will not be going back to the barn,” she said. Wilbur leapt to his feet. “Not going back?” he cried. “Charlotte, what are you talking about?”