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Updated: June 18, 2025
What they were doing might be considered exceedingly out of place by a few straightlaced persons, but boys and girls will have their fun, even if it must sometimes be at the expense of other people. Certainly Miss Leece was the most unpopular teacher ever employed in the High School as far back as memory could reach. She was cruel, strict and sharp-tongued.
Grace nodded mutely. "By the way," she asked presently, when she had calmed herself, "who was it that found the letter?" "Miss Leece again," replied Miss Thompson, hesitatingly. "There, you see," exclaimed Grace excitedly, "that woman is determined to ruin Anne before the close of school. I tell you, I won't believe Anne is guilty.
"I have invited Miss Leece to drive home with us, mother," interrupted Miriam, giving her brother a blighting glance. "There is room for only one more person. Perhaps Jessica will take it." "You are very kind," said Jessica coldly, "but I prefer to walk with the girls." "You'd better walk, too, cross-patch, and learn a few manners from your friends," was David's parting advice to his sister.
For Miss Leece knew that a perfect examination paper would tell more against the young girl than for her. It was after this that Miss Thompson had her talk with Anne, a very kindly, interested talk, in which the young girl's prospects, her work and health had all come under consideration. And then in the gentlest possible way Miss Thompson had produced the letter.
The young people separated, still singing and laughing; never dreaming of the storm brewing from their evening's prank. "Anne," pursued David, as they strolled down River Street together, "when I make my flying machine will you be afraid to take a sail with me?" "Never," replied Anne, "but I wish it had been made in time to carry me away from Miss Leece to-morrow morning."
"You and mother have turned against me," she cried. "Mother, you have always loved David best, anyhow." "Nonsense!" replied David. "You are a willful, selfish girl, jealous because a poor girl is getting ahead of you in your classes and because you are not included in the house party. Do you think Mrs. Gray would ask you to join those four nice girls in her house after that Miss Leece business?
"I'll come," she sighed, "although it was my algebra I was working on. You know Miss Leece hates me, and, if I slip up, she'll be much harder than any of the other teachers." "Hang Miss Leece!" said David promptly. "Well, let's hang her, then," exclaimed Nora. "Let's dress her up and hang her on a limb of a tree."
How far from Chicago will they be when Train B passes Train A?" The girls looked up surprised. The problem was well in advance of what they had been studying and Miss Leece was really asking Anne to recite something she had not yet learned. Anne hardly knew how to reply to the terrible woman who stood glowering at her as if she would like to crush her to bits. "I'm sorry," said the girl.
Often her violent, unrestrained temper got the better of her in the class room; then she gave an exhibition that was not good for young girls to see. Anne, especially, was the victim of her rages poor little Anne who never missed a lesson and studied twice as hard as the other girls. Miss Leece had but one weakness, apparently, and that was Miriam Nesbit.
Off they started, singing at the tops of their voices: Hang a mean teacher on a sour apple tree, Hang a mean teacher on a sour apple tree. When they reached the center of the public square, where a big electric light shed its rays, who should spring out of the shadows, from nowhere apparently, but Miss Leece herself?
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