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"Why not burn her," put in Nora, who was afraid of nothing and had often looked at the scolding teacher with such cold, laughing eyes, that even Miss Leece was disconcerted. "Good!" cried several of the others. "We will take her down below the bridge and burn her as a witch." No one objected to this, since the ashes of the effigy would tell no tales.
"Miss Pierson has nothing to answer for which I have not, and I shall join her," replied Grace, and she left the room. Miss Leece was about to continue the lesson when Jessica, pale and trembling, rose and followed her friend. Nora was next to go and in another moment there was not a girl left in the algebra class except Miriam and her four particular friends.
The reader will recall the repeated efforts of Miriam Nesbit, aided by Miss Leece, the algebra teacher, to disgrace Anne in the eyes of the faculty, and the way each attempt was frustrated by Grace Harlowe and her friends. Mrs.
She borrowed her mother's handkerchief." "Dear, dear!" exclaimed the principal. "How very foolish! How very unnecessary! And all because she couldn't endure to be beaten! Do you know," she continued presently, "that Miss Leece intends to denounce Anne before the faculty to-night? My authority can't stop her, and I don't believe the similarity of these two handkerchiefs will either."
But run along now, dear. You have done nobly and deserve a prize yourself." A knock was heard, and as Grace departed through one door Miss Leece opened the other. "If Miss Thompson only wins this battle!" the young girl exclaimed to herself. "I want to believe she will, but I know that terrible Miss Leece will make a tremendous fight." She joined her friends, who were waiting for her outside.
Therefore the offenders went scot-free and Anne was once more safe to pursue the freshman prize. Miss Leece, however, was only biding her time. While Anne had won this battle she might lose the next. "Oh, how I love Thanksgiving!" cried Grace. "Oh, how you love turkey, you mean," exclaimed her bosom friend, Nora O'Malley.
A cross beam gave a human touch to the shoulders and with the skeleton ready, the business of stuffing an old ulster and hanging it over the figure was simple. Tiny electric bulbs were placed in the eyes and a bonnet tied on the head with a green veil floating behind. Miss Leece, Nora insisted, always wore one growing out of her left ear.
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