"We both?" he said.
"I mean my fellow-teacher; my principal," said Lucy, "Miss—" She was about to tell him the name, but stopped, remembering that he was a stranger and that Leslie might not like to be so confidential, about herself, at any rate.
"I am very glad you are so happy," he said. "Do you know, I had been on the point of visiting your school."
"You?" said Lucy, opening her eyes with surprise; and, as he noticed, with something else—a faint but unmistakable pleasure.
"Yes," he said. "It belongs to a lady who is a friend of mine. She is kind enough to let me see to some of her business matters."
"The kindness seems to be on the other side," said Lucy, laughing.
Ralph Duncombe colored and found himself laughing too.
"Well," he said, "let us say we are both kind. I was going to explain that she had asked me to do something in connection with the school. I forget what it was now."
"Perhaps it was the roof," said Lucy, eagerly. "It is rather bad in one or two places, and the other morning two or three spots of water came through. Oh, I hope it was the roof!"