“I’ll go ahead,” laughed Adele, “and ask them to please roll up their webs and move out into the meadows.”
Then, as the last bell was ringing, the girls trooped into the school. They were all eager to know who their new teacher would be, and all sad because they were losing Miss Donovan. They had heard that some changes had been made, and that the teacher who formerly had Seven B had been sent to another town.
“I just can’t wait to get to the room, to see who our teacher is to be,” Betty whispered, as the seven girls hurried up the stairs. The door of the seventh grade was standing open, and Betty was the first to enter. She gave a joyous cry as she danced in. The other girls, closely following, saw Betty throw her arms about the teacher, whose back was toward them.
“Why, it’s Miss Donovan!” Adele cried in delight. “Oh, are you to be our teacher again this year? That would be too good to be true.”
“Yes, I’ve been promoted with my girls,” laughed the young teacher, “and I’m glad that you’re glad.”
It touched her heart to find how much the seven girls really loved her, and she planned to make this new year as happy and as profitable for them as she could.
“Now, girls,” she said, “since I know that you can be trusted to keep the rules, you may choose seats wherever you wish.”
“May we all sit in this window-corner together?” Doris asked. And when the permission was given, they chose seats and stowed away their books.
“It will not be necessary for you girls to remain to-day,” Miss Donovan said. “I’ll give you your home-work and then you may go, but be back to-morrow morning at nine, ready for a term of hard study.”
“We will, indeed,” Adele assured her. “We are going to try to be perfect all through the year.”