And so, as Marjorie and Delight, with their arms about each other, came into Miss Hart’s presence one morning, they saw on the schoolroom wall a placard bearing this legend:
“The Ides of March are come.”
“What does that mean, Miss Hart?” asked Marjorie, always interested by something she did not understand.
“That’s our subject for to-day,” said Miss Hart, smiling. “Have you no idea what it means?”
“Not the leastest bit,” replied Marjorie. “Have you, Delight?”
“No,” said Delight, shaking her golden head very positively. “Unless you meant ideas, Miss Hart, and spelled it wrong on purpose.”
“No,” said Miss Hart, smiling; “that’s not the idea at all. Well, girlies, to begin with, here’s a little present for each of you.”
Then Miss Hart handed them each a thin, flat volume, which proved to be a pretty edition of Shakespeare’s “Julius Cæsar.”
Opening it, Marjorie was glad to see it contained many pictures, besides a lot of rather grown-up looking reading.
“To begin with,” said Miss Hart, “the Ides of March are really come. To-day is the fifteenth, which, as I will explain to you, is what was called in the Roman Calendar, the Ides.”