Eloise laughed but kept on. “Diane had a good lesson. All of us had been working our heads off. Any Latin is bad enough, but poetry! You couldn’t find a subject to some of the sentences, you know. Well, I guess Dr. Carver wanted to show off how much she knew instead of helping us, so she picked out something—I’ve forgotten what it was,—and made so much to do about it, and ridiculed Diane and told her it was a pity she hadn’t learned that in first year Latin, as if we can remember every old gender or form!”
“I know I’m going to like Latin,” said Cathalina, “but how I’m going to like her even a little bit is more than I can see. But I suppose you don’t absolutely have to like all your teachers, do you?”
“It makes it much nicer,” said Hilary, “and I suppose teachers do have a hard life!” The girls laughed at Hilary’s serious tone.
“Never mind, Hilary,—you’re a preacher’s daughter, so we won’t ask you to do anything. We aren’t going to do much ourselves, only stir her up a little and have some fun. Promise, now, girls, that you won’t tell, or be surprised at anything, or give anybody a hint?”
“Never!” promised both Hilary and Cathalina, smiling broadly.
“Then watch and wait for developments!” and the six girls filed out.
“What do you suppose they’ll do, Hilary?” Cathalina looked excited and interested.
“Haven’t the least idea. Maybe it will all fall through. Girls are like that sometimes.”
“Not these girls. They have been here, you know, and can think of things. Ann Maria is like that, into all the fun going on.”
“Who is Ann Maria,—cute name.”