Of course Agnes Kenway was bound to fall in love with this teacher; and Miss Georgiana soon knew her for just the "stormy petrel" that she was. Agnes gravitated to scrapes as naturally as she breathed, but she got out of them, too, as a usual thing without suffering any serious harm.
Trix Severn annoyed her. Trix had it in her power to bother the next to the oldest Corner House girl, sitting as she did at the nearest desk. The custom was, in verbal recitation, for the pupil to rise in her (or his) seat and recite. When it came Agnes' time to recite, Trix would whisper something entirely irrelevant to the matter before the class.
This sibilant monologue was so nicely attuned by Trix that Miss Georgiana (nor many of the girls besides Agnes herself) did not hear it. But it got on Agnes' nerves and one afternoon, before the first week of school was over, she turned suddenly on the demure Trix in the middle of her recitation and exclaimed, hysterically:
"If you don't stop whispering that way, Trix Severn, I'll just go mad!"
"Agnes!" ejaculated Miss Shipman. "What does this mean?"
"I don't care!" cried Agnes, stormily. "She interrupts me——"
"Didn't either!" declared Trix, thereby disproving her own statement in that particular case, at least. "I didn't speak to her."
"You did!" insisted Agnes.
"Agnes! sit down," said Miss Shipman, and sternly enough, for the whole room was disturbed. "What were you doing, Beatrice?"
"Just studying, Miss Shipman," declared Trix, with perfect innocence.