CHAPTER XX
THE NEW BOY
The first day of school, for Genevieve, was not a success. Before two hours of it had passed, indeed, she declared to herself that Miss Hart, her new teacher, was not at all promising, and that she did not like her nearly so well as she had liked Miss Palmer the year before. Making the final arrangements as to her studies and recitations, too, Genevieve privately voted a bore; and more than once her eyes turned longingly to the beautiful September sunshine out of doors.
At recess time the Happy Hexagons met in the corridor and held what proved to be an indignation meeting.
"Well, I for one don't like her a bit," declared Tilly, perking up the bow ends of the black sling that hung about her neck.
"Nor I," echoed Genevieve.
"Not much like Miss Palmer last year, nor Miss Jones," said Bertha. "I told you we wouldn't get such a good one this term."
"But, girls, I think we ought to try to like her," ventured Cordelia, in a voice that told very plainly how she expected her remark to be received.
"Of course," sniffed Tilly, disdainfully.