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Tellingham and the under-instructors of the school. Oh! she would not have had any of them know what she had done in secret since arriving at the Hall at the beginning of this term. She would not let even Helen know about it. "If it is a success if Mr. Hammond produces it then I'll tell them," Ruth said to herself.
Hammond assured her. "Do you want to come to town, or shall I come to Briarwood Hall?" "If you would come here you could see Mrs. Tellingham, too, and that would be lots better," Ruth assured him. "The principal of your school?" he asked, in surprise. "Yes, Mr. Hammond. One of our buildings has burned down " "Oh! I saw that in the paper," interposed the gentleman. "It is too bad."
Amy had denied having a candle on the night of the fire, and it shocked and grieved Mrs. Tellingham very much to learn that one of her girls was not to be trusted to speak the truth at all times. Not because of the fire did the preceptress consider sending Amy Gregg home, for the origin of the fire was plainly an accident, though bred in carelessness. For prevarication, however, Mrs.
At least, it sometimes seems so to the pupils. What helped change the girls' opinion of Amy, too, was the fact that Mrs. Tellingham announced in chapel one morning that Mr. Gregg had sent his check for five hundred dollars toward the rebuilding of the dormitory, the walls of which now were completed, and the roof on.
Soon she was out of sight behind the marble statue. "Come!" breathed the Preceptress. They heard Miss Picolet and the man chattering in their own language the man threatening, the woman pleading when the trio got to the fountain. Ruth was a poor French scholar, but of course Mrs. Tellingham understood what they said.
Goodness! how does one person ever get a sheet smooth on a bed?" Helen came to help her, and just then Mrs. Tellingham herself appeared in the hall. "I am glad to announce, girls," she said, with some cheerfulness, "that the fire is under control." "Oh, goody!" cried Heavy. "Can we go over there to sleep to-night?" "No. Nor for many other nights, if at all," the preceptress said firmly.
The glare of the fire could probably be seen by this time clear to Lumberton, and half the population of the suburbs on this side of the town would soon be on the scene. Not until the firemen actually arrived did the girls in the big hall know what had happened. There had been singing and music and a funny recitation by one girl, to while away the time until Mrs. Tellingham appeared.
Now, what Ruth knew was very little indeed. What she suspected regarding a meeting between the French teacher and the man with the harp, at the campus fountain, was an entirely different matter. But Mrs. Tellingham had put her question so that Ruth did not have to tell her suspicions. "I really know nothing about it, Mrs. Tellingham," she said, finally. "That is all.
They waited, and they waited, and then they waited some more," chuckled Jennie. "The doctor did not reappear. So Mrs. Tellingham finally went to his bedroom and opened the door. She saw that the old doctor, having removed the tie she didn't like, had continued the process of undressing, and just as Mrs. Tellingham looked in, he climbed placidly into bed."
Tellingham is becoming more worried about the doctor than about the lapsed insurance," said Mercy. "Of course, he's a foolish old man without any more head than a pin! But why did she leave the business of renewing the insurance in his charge, in the first place?" "Oh, Mercy!" protested Ruth. "No more head than a pin!" repeated Nettie Parsons, in horror. "Why! who ever heard the like?
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