“Yes, she came in to tell me herself. What has come over Jean Eastman, Betty?”
“I don’t know,” said Betty with a tell-tale blush that made Miss Ferris laugh and say, “I thought you were at the bottom of it.”
“Dorothy used to be the person who managed things of this kind,” she went on. “Who’s going to take your place, Betty?”
“According to what I hear nobody can do that,” said Dorothy quickly, and Betty blushed more than ever, until Miss Ferris took pity on her and asked about her plans for next year.
Betty looked puzzled. “Why, I haven’t any, I’m afraid. I never get a chance to make plans, because the things that turn up of themselves take all my time. I’m just going to be at home with my family.”
“Leave out the ‘just,’” advised Miss Ferris. “So many of you seem to feel as if you ought to apologize for staying at home.”
“Oh, I’m glad to hear you say that,” said Betty soberly. “A lot of girls in our class who don’t need to a bit are going to teach, and Carlotta Young said to me the other day that she thought we all ought to test our education in some such way right off, so as to be sure it was really worth something.”
“And you are sure about yours without testing it?” asked Miss Ferris quizzically.
Betty smiled at her happily. “I’m sure I’ve got something,” she said. “I’m afraid Carlotta wouldn’t call it much of an education and I know I ought to be ashamed that it isn’t more, but I’m awfully glad I’ve got it.”
“I’m glad you have, too,” said Miss Ferris so earnestly that Betty wondered what she meant. But she didn’t get a chance to ask, for somebody knocked just then and the two girls said good-bye and hurried off to dress for their respective class suppers.