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And the person finding this letter when you dropped it has deliberately, I believe, retained it until to-day before bringing it to me, for the express purpose of letting the scoundrel come here and disturb Miss Picolet's peace of mind." "Oh, how mean!" gasped Ruth, involuntarily. "Mean indeed, Ruth," said the Preceptress, gravely.
I do not believe you or Miss Cameron would willingly malign an innocent person. I have known Miss Picolet some time, and I respect her. If she has a secret sorrow, I respect it. I do not think it is nice to make Miss Picolet's private affairs a subject for remark by the school. "Now, we will leave that. Sound Miss Cameron about this Mercy Curtis.
Let your club stand for something besides infractions of the rules, I beg. And, when you deliberately insult the teacher who has charge of your dormitory, you insult me." "I suppose I'm to be given no opportunity of answering Miss Picolet's report, or accusation?" cried Mary Fox. "I don't call it fair " "Silence!" exclaimed the Preceptress. "You may come to me after session this afternoon.
The firemen will do all that can be done" "They'll about save the cellar. They always do," groaned the irrepressible Heavy. "It is our own old West Dormitory," said Ruth, her voice shaking. "Nothing can be taken from the rooms upstairs. Only some of Miss Scrimp's and Miss Picolet's things were saved." "Oh, dear me!" cried Helen. "We're orphans then. I'm glad I had my violin over here!"
It was no pleasant task to sit out upon the cold stairway and watch for the opening of Miss Picolet's door below. Sometimes they decided by casting lots. Sometimes some girl who was very good-natured was inveigled into taking her plate of goodies out there in the dimly lit corridor. And sometimes one had to be bribed to stand watch for the others.
Miss Picolet's face appeared at the window for an instant, and she seemed to say something of importance to Madge Steele. Ruth saw the pretty girl pull open the stage-coach door again, and hop inside. Then the Ark lumbered out of view, and Ruth turned to follow her chum and Mary Cox up the winding Cedar Walk.
"How often are they going to send you boxes from home?" "Boxes from home?" repeated the girl from the Red Mill. "Yes. You know, you can have 'em sent often if you keep up with your classes and don't get too many demerits in deportment. I missed two boxes last half because of black marks. And in French and deportment, too. That was Picolet's doing mean thing!"
It was not the gentle signal of the tick-tack no, indeed! "Will you hear that?" gasped Belle Tingley. "Miss Picolet's up." "No!" cried Ruth, from the other end of the room. "Open that window, Ann! It's Roberto. He's climbed the fire-escape." "My goodness me!" gasped The Fox. "I never was so glad to see a boy in all my life! Let him in do!" No sooner said than done.
First of all, however, The Fox was to go down and listen at Miss Picolet's door to make sure that she had gone to bed. Then Miss Cox was to tap softly but distinctly at the door of each invited guest as she came back to their corridor. The bedspreads were laid back over the foot of each bed and the feast was laid out upon the bed-clothes.
Yet, seeing the younger girl approaching Miss Picolet's door, Mary smiled one of her very queerest smiles, nodded her head with secret satisfaction, and marched on upstairs to her own study. "Enter!" said Miss Picolet's soft voice in answer to Ruth's timid rap on the panel of the door. The girl entered and found the little French teacher sewing by the window.
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