"Oh, yes. When I am out in the fields I sing with the birds."
"But you have never had lessons in elocution?"
"Mr. Warfield taught me that the best reading was entering into the spirit of the writer, imagining yourself in the scenes that are described, or taking part in any conversation. And he said when I recited that last day of school, I must be the Captains and Hervé Riel, just as if I was leading in the ships."
Her face was in a glow, her eyes luminous.
"How old is Mr. Warfield?"
Helen Grant's father had married one of his young pupils, Mrs. Van Dorn remembered.
"Oh, I don't know, a real young man. He has only been at the Center a year."
Mrs. Van Dorn nodded with her chin, a way she had.
"He is quite in earnest about your going to the High School?" she continued.
"He thinks I could teach, and I should like that so much."