Nor had she waited above two minutes when a rather breathless young person came hurrying in. A moderately tall, slim, pretty girl, with a good deal of flaxen hair, in obviously her soberest wool dress, and quietest head-gear.
"On time, am I, Miss Emma? After lying awake half the night saying over lists of dates and rules and the rest of it, I overslept this morning and Mamma wouldn't wake me."
"Plenty of time, Selina. At least you don't have to worry about your particular specialties, algebra and Latin——"
"Now, Miss Emma, you said you wouldn't——"
"Whereas between you and me, Selina, I'm weakest if anything in the one that's Tuttle's specialty too——"
They boarded the street car, the stout, plain lady in her best wool dress, and the slim, pretty girl in her plainest dress. When they alighted before a tall, broad, ugly brick building that bore above its central doorway the words, "Board of Education," a clock in a neighboring steeple said five minutes of ten.
"And the examinations are at ten. We're just in good time, Selina," said Miss Emma McRanney.
"They boarded the street car."