"Perhaps she's going to have a baby?" suggested Sally. It gave Miss Summers a great shock.
"Oh! D'you think so?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide open with horror. "Oh, no!"
"You'd have thought they were all going to have 'em, the way the girls all looked and acted this morning. They were all potty. Silly fools."
Miss Summers gave a sigh of relief, and then she laughed a little.
"We were all rather grumpy this morning," she admitted. "It's the weather. Always upsets people. Doctor Johnson said it didn't."
"Who's he? Doctors don't know anything at all. Only take advantage of other people's ignorance. They frighten people, you know, looking wise, and making you put out your tongue, and all."
"I don't know what we should do without them," sighed Miss Summers. "Of course, there's always the patent medicines; but I never found anything that cured my indigestion."
"Only chewing prop'ly," grimly suggested Sally.
Miss Summers abruptly rolled up her work at this unsympathetic remark, and took off her pinafore. She stood uncertainly by the window.
"I've been keeping you," she said. "But I am worried about that child. I do hope she hasn't been silly. At her age they've got no sense at all. They can't see an inch before their nose. You coming now, Sally? All right, slam the door after you.... Don't stay too late."