But this Saturday she had a feeling of terrible apprehension. Sylvie’s brother, Reg and his gang had just wrecked Mr Scott’s school - only he didn’t know it yet - and smashed Sylvie’s hopes for her future.
“it was Saturday; and Marcovaldo spent his free half-day circling the bed of dirt with an absent air, keeping an eye on the street-cleaner in the distance and on the mushrooms, and calculating how much time they needed to ripen.”
“It was Saturday, with no school, so all of the boys and girls of the neighborhood were out. Some of the girls were skipping rope, and Nan joined these, while Bert went off to join a crowd of boys in a game of football.”