“Perhaps you had better come into my office and tell me about it,” suggested Mrs. Baird, and she led the way down the hall.
They were in the office just ten minutes, but in that time Mrs. Baird found out all she wanted to know. Polly’s afternoon in the study hall, Betty’s dislike for lectures, and Lois’ love for adventure. She finished the interview with these words:
“I did not expect it of you girls in the past, and I am not going to expect it of you in the future. I look to you as holding the position of wholesome
examples in the school. Your fault tonight was not very great, but it was a step in the wrong direction. Pull yourselves up, and now, good-night.”
As the girls turned to go, she added with a smile:
“I promise you all, there will be no more lectures on anatomy.”
They walked thoughtfully back to the corridor. As Betty opened her door she said:
“For two years I’ve been trying to find an adjective to describe Mrs. Baird and the nearest I can come to one is ‘saint,’ and that doesn’t suit her at all. Good-night.”
“Good-night,” answered Polly. “I suppose there will be no more cutting.”
“No, I suppose not,” agreed Lois, “but, cricky, I wouldn’t have missed tonight.”