Ma Woodburn kept the class going for twenty years, until, indeed, her daughter was old enough to take it over from her.
CHAPTER X
Her Daughter
Boy Woodburn had been born to the apparently incongruous couple some years after their marriage.
From the very beginning she had always been Boy. Mrs. Haggard, who didn't quite approve of the name—and there were many things Mrs. Haggard didn't quite approve of—once inquired the origin of it.
"I think it came," answered Mrs. Woodburn.
And certainly nobody but the vicar's wife ever thought or spoke of the girl as Joyce. She grew up in Mrs. Haggard's judgment quite uneducated. That lady, a good but somewhat officious creature, was genuinely distressed and made many protests.
The protests were invariably met by Mrs. Woodburn imperturbably as always.
"It's how my father was bred," she replied in that plain manner of hers, so plain indeed that conventional people sometimes complained of it as rude. "That's good enough for me."
Mrs. Haggard carried her complaint to her husband, the vicar.