Right now Miss Amanda was desiring Emily Louise MacLauren to give attention.
“Miss Amanda, pleased and flattered, would make
long, detailed refutation of any show of partiality.”
Once a week there was public recitation in the Chapel. Mr. Page considered it good for boys and girls to work together, which was a new way of regarding it peculiar to grammar school, for hitherto, boys, like the skull and cross-bones bottles in Aunt Cordelia’s closet, had been things to be avoided.
“Hitherto boys, like skull and cross-bones
bottles, had been things to be avoided.”
“To-morrow,” Miss Amanda was explaining, “the chapel recitation will be in grammar; you will conjugate,” Miss Amanda simpered, “the verb—to love,” with playful meaning in her emphasis; “but I need have no fear, young ladies,” archly, “that you will let yourselves be beaten at this lesson.”