What could it mean? Had they broken any of the rules they wondered as they filed into the large quiet room which happened to be unoccupied. Before they could discuss the matter, Madame Deriby’s door opened and Bertha Angel was called.
Little Betty Burd clutched Adele and whispered, “Oh, Della, do you suppose Madame Deriby would mind very much if I went in with you? I’m scared to go alone!”
“Scared of what, Little One?” Adele asked merrily. “Madame Deriby is not a witch! She is as kind and motherly as she can be.”
Five minutes passed and Bertha came out of the office smiling as though her visit had been a pleasant one.
“Doris, you are to go in next,” she said.
When the door had closed behind Doris, Betty seized Bertha and whispered:
“What happened to you in there, Burdie? Were you scared?”
“Of course not,” Bertha declared. “Madame Deriby just wanted to know which courses I preferred taking and if I cared to study music and languages.”
“I suppose you told her that you would like to study Chinese and Greek,” the little girl said.
Bertha laughed gaily.