“I’ll button it all the way downstairs,” promised Cora.
[CHAPTER XX—A JOYFUL SURPRISE]
Marjory was still more or less in disgrace the day that Doctor Rhodes announced that at last he had secured a new French teacher to take Madame Bolande’s place.
“Her name is—Ah! I’ve forgotten it. No, Miss—er—Miss Flower. That’s it. Miss Flower. She is not a French woman but comes very well recommended. It has been difficult at this particular time to find exactly the right person; but I think you will all be pleased.”
Doctor Rhodes was to prove a better prophet than he suspected. When the time came, some of the girls were more than pleased.
“Flower,” whispered irrepressible Maude, into a convenient ear. “She must be a regular daisy.”
“Perhaps she’s a Texas sunflower,” returned Victoria.
That afternoon, of course, all the Highland Hall girls, bristling with curiosity, congregated on the veranda to watch for the station hack.
“I’m mighty glad to give up my job,” said Henrietta, pausing near one of the many groups. “Eighty minutes of hard labor a day are quite a strain. That last Theolog was used up in less than a week and all my skirt bands are getting loose—all that hard labor with French verbs. I hope Miss Flower is an improvement on Madame Bolande.”
“Madame Bolande is the best French teacher I’ve had,” said Gladys de Milligan, rather pointedly. “I haven’t learned a thing since she left.”