The next morning Fran showed up at the door with an old box under her arm.

"Bonjour, mes enfants."

"Bonjour, Mlle. Dupuis," the class said.

"I hear that you are waiting to read a special book," Fran said, "A book that is about the people who lived in this town before it was a town."

"Dad's book!" Tom's eyes lit up.

"Yes, your father is reading this book. It was written by mon Pere." She opened the box and put stacks of books on the desk. "I'm afraid that ...