Mary, laughed sheepishly.
"You talk as if I'd been sentenced," she said, smiling, and showing every one of her beautiful teeth.
"Weren't you?"
"No, not this time. Miss North was so disgusted she didn't do a thing. She made us feel as if we were infants; said she thought smothering in a trunk for an hour was punishment enough for anybody. She just talked!"
"And—talked!" Peggy added.
"She said that we'd so wrecked Fraulein's nerves—Peg and I—that Fraulein was leaving the school—wasn't coming back after Easter."
"Really? Is that true, Peggy?"
"That we've wrecked her nerves? Hardly. That's just letting her down easy. Miss North's dead tired of her, herself."
"Who's going to take her place?"
"Miss North didn't take us into her confidence," Mary said flippantly. "But I shouldn't wonder if Joy Cross substituted until they get somebody. Joy's a whiz in German. She's had us two or three times lately when Fraulein was having one of her tantrums—beg pardon, nervous break-ups."