Then, all at once, he is talking to the other children, to classroom visitors, to anyone he meets. As the days go by, the volume of his voice gradually rises. He is not just speaking now, but joking and chatting and carrying himself with an ease and assurance that, until a short time ago, would have seemed unthinkable. At morning circle, Mrs. Chip is taking roll as usual. She calls out Junedy's name.
Playtime comes, and the children ride tricycles along the sidewalk outside the classrooms.
When Junedy gets his turn, he jumps aboard and careens down the walk, his head thrown back. It go fast. Then comes the brilliant Friday morning when the teachers take the children outside to blow soap bubbles. Junedy almost shakes with joy. He runs with the others, trying to catch the bubbles and puncture them, laughing hysterically.