Lucy had gone on to her father’s store, as Uncle Charlie had suggested she ask permission before she seek business farther.
There were others of Uncle Charlie’s way of thinking. On Monday the Platonians were requested to meet Professor Koenig in his office. Professor Koenig was kindly but final. He had just heard of the paper and its methods. He had aimed to conduct his school on different lines. It was his request that the matter be dropped.
Miss Kilrain was indignant. She was excited; she was excited and unguarded. Miss Kilrain said more, perhaps, than she realised.
“He’s only helping to pull the roof down on his own head,” said Miss Kilrain; “it’s only another proof of his inability to adapt himself to Modern Methods.”
Next month was December. The High School adjourned for the holidays. But the Platonians were busy. They were preparing for a debate, a debate with the High School boys. Professor Koenig had thought the debate an excellent thing, and offered his library to the Society for use in preparation, saying that a friendly rivalry between the two schools would be an excellent and stimulating thing.
These days Miss Kilrain was holding aloof from the Society and its deteriorating tendencies. She shook her head and looked at the members sorrowfully.
The debate was set for the first Friday in the new year.
One morning in the holidays Uncle Charlie looked up from his paper. “You are going to have a new Principal,” said he.
“New Principal—” said Emmy Lou, “and Professor Koenig?”
“Like other classics,” said Uncle Charlie, “he is being put on the shelf. They have asked him to resign.”