“Yes, indeed. I have to go downtown this afternoon, and I’ll get a real nice one.”
“Mayn’t I take all the postcards over to Delight’s with me?” said Marjorie. “I want to show them to her and to Miss Hart.”
“Sure, take mine,” said King, heartily; and Kitty, too, was willing.
“I’ll be awful careful of ’em,” said Midget. “And I know Miss Hart will be so interested to see them.”
Miss Hart was, indeed, interested. She changed her mind about the lessons she had planned for the day, and took Florida for the theme instead. She had been there herself, so she recognized the places pictured on the postcards, and described them in a most interesting way. The map of Florida was found in the Geography, and Miss Hart told her pupils all about its wonderful fruits and flowers. Then, taking down a United States History, she read to them of the settlement of the state, of its growth and present condition, and many other interesting details. The other Southern states were touched on, and when the lesson was over Delight and Marjorie felt quite well informed about that section of our country.
Then Miss Hart asked them each to write a short composition about Florida. These she corrected, and explained her corrections so clearly that, almost without knowing it, the girls had had a lesson in English composition.
“Oh,” sighed Marjorie, as she put on her hat to go home; “it has been a lovely morning. Isn’t it strange, Miss Hart, how I used to hate to go to school, and now I just love it.”
Miss Hart smiled.
“You hate routine work, Marjorie,” she said; “and you disliked the confinement and discipline of the regular schoolroom. Our lessons are so varied and unsystematic, they don’t tire you in the same way.”
“They don’t tire me at all, Miss Hart; but it is you who make them so pleasant. Nobody else ever could teach things as you do. You make lessons seem play.”