“By the way,” Miss Hammersly said. “Do you help Mrs. Ricardo Severn this fall?”
For some reason Beth could not keep from blushing. “No, Miss Hammersly,” she said. “I expected to, and I went to her home on Saturday prepared to do so; but I was informed that my services were not wanted any more.”
“By whom were you so informed?” the principal asked quickly.
“Why, Mrs. Severn really told me herself—in writing. She sent down a note,” said Beth, somewhat surprised at the interest the principal of Rivercliff displayed in the matter.
“You—are you familiar with Mrs. Severn’s handwriting?” questioned Miss Hammersly.
“Oh, yes. She has sent me notes before.”
“Do you not think it strange, Beth?”
“Ye-es; in a way. But I know she is notional.”
“Did you know that she sent here after you in June—the very day after the school closed?”
“Sent for me?” cried Beth, in amazement.