She cleared her throat and looked out of the window thinking over a possible opening.
“I’ve never been so glad over anything in my life as hearing you’re one of the teachers,” said Julia presently.
“The Pernes call me by my name, so I suppose you will too as you’re a teacher,” said Miriam headlong.
“That’s awfully sweet of you,” replied Julia laughing and blushing a clear deep rose. “It makes anyone feel at home. I’ll be looking out till I hear it.”
“It’s——” Miriam laughed. “Isn’t it funny that people don’t like saying their own names.”
“I wish you’d tell me about your teaching. I’m sure you’re awf’ly clever.”
Miriam gave her a list of the subjects she taught in the lower school.
“You know all there is to know.”
“Oh well, and then I take the top girls now for German and the second class for French reading, and two arithmetic classes in the upper school, and a ‘shell’ of two very stupid girls to help with their College of Preceptors.”
“You’re frightening me.”