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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Some games we can play," says he. "Then again, seems like there's others we can't. Now about the kid " "She's busy all the time," says I to him. "She reads and paints. Sundays she goes to church, while you and me only put on a collar that hurts. Week days she goes down to the picture galleries and into the liberry. She buys books.
"Miss Viola done say I was t' wait up, an', when yo' come in, t' tell yo' dat she wants t' see you." "Oh, all right. Where is she?" "In de liberry, Colonel, sah!" The detective made his way through the dimly-lighted hall, and, on tapping at the library door, was bidden by Viola to enter. "Still up?" he asked.
They weren't decorative eyes now ... and they filled with indignant self-sympathy. The Liberry Teacher laughed at herself a little here. The idea of eyes that cried about themselves was funny, somehow. "Direct from producer to consumer!" she quoted half-aloud, and wiped each eye conscientiously by itself. "Teacher! I want a liberry called 'Bride of Lemon Hill! demanded a small citizen just here.
He was gray-haired, pink-cheeked, curvingly side-whiskered and immaculately gray-clad; and he did not look in the least like a messenger of Fate. The Liberry Teacher was at a highly keyed part of her narrative, and even the most fidgety children were tense and open-mouthed. "'And where art thou now? cried the Stranger to Robin Hood. And Robin roared with laughter.
While these officers watched the commonalty clumping reluctantly upstairs toward the umbrella-rack, the Liberry Teacher paced sedately around the shelves, giving the books that routine straightening they must have before seven struck and the horde rushed in again.
The little frown-lines between the brows had gone, too, with the need of reading-glasses and work under electricity. She was more rounded, and her look was less intent. The strained Liberry Teacher look was gone. The luminous long blue eyes in the glass looked back at her girlishly. "Would you think we were twenty-five even?" they said. Phyllis smiled irrepressibly at the mirrored girl.
"I'd marry anything that would give me a rose-garden!" reiterated the Liberry Teacher passionately to the Destinies, who are rather catty ladies, and apt to catch up unguarded remarks you make. "Anything so long as it was a gentleman and he didn't scold me and and I didn't have to associate with him!" her New England maidenliness added in haste.
Some of the assistants did interesting cooking over the library gas-range, but the Liberry Teacher couldn't do that because she hadn't time. She went on defiantly thinking about her looks.
The Liberry Teacher liked it. It was pleasant beyond words to sit nestlingly in a pluffy chair, and hear about all the little lightly-treated scholarly day-before-yesterday things her father had used to talk of. She carried on her own small part in the talk blithely enough. She approved of herself and the way she was behaving, which makes very much for comfort.
She smiled to herself as she found the bathroom door open. Why, the world was full of a number of things, many of them funny. Being a Liberry Teacher was rather nice, after all, when you were fresh from a long night's sleep. And if that Mental Science Lady wouldn't let her play the piano, why, her thrilling tales of what she could do when her mind was unfettered were worth the price.
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