“He asks me to keep you here this summer as before,” continued the principal.
“Oh!”
“He has made no other plans for tiding you over the summer,” went on the very practical lady. “He objects to entering into arrangements with any other person for the brief time between your graduation here and your matriculation at Pinewood Hall in September——”
“Oh, Miss Prentice! Pinewood Hall!” cried Nancy, unable to restrain herself.
She knew all about Pinewood Hall. It was one of the most popular preparatory schools in the Middle West. Nancy had never even dreamed that she would be allowed to attend such a select institution.
“I do wish you would restrain yourself, Nancy,” said the principal. “They will think at Pinewood that you have had no proper training here, at all.”
“Oh, I beg pardon, Miss Prentice,” cried the girl. “I really will try to be a credit to you if I go there.”
“I hope so,” observed the principal, grimly, and nodded as though she thought this terminated the interview.
“But, Miss Prentice! Is—is that all he says?” queried Nancy, anxiously.
“That you will remain here—if I agree, which I shall; Miss Trigg will look after you—until fall, when you will receive your transportation to Clintondale and will go there, prepared to continue your studies.”