“You can and you must, because you must go to work soon.”
Two frightened eyes were raised to hers.
“Yes,” she added, patting the hand she held; “you are a teacher, are you not?”
“I was,” she replied, the catch in her voice still audible.
“What are you used to teaching?”
“Spanish, and English literature.”
“Spanish—with your blue eyes!” The sudden outburst of surprise sent a faint April-like beam into Rose’s face.
“Si, Senorita.”
“Then you must teach me. Let me see. Wednesdays,—Wednesday afternoon, yes?”
Again the frightened eyes appealed to her; but Ruth ignored them.