“I suppose you are all happy to find that Dr. Carver’s back,” and Betty executed a little toe dance in celebration.
“Yes we are—not!” declared Isabel, who had been sitting on the couch in unusual silence. “Patty is to have the beginning Latin classes, but of course, I’m all through with that!”
“Won’t Patty have any other Latin?”
“One Caesar section, but I could not get into that.”
“I am lucky, Isabel, but I’m sorry you did not get into it too. However, I’m doubling on my Latin to catch up, and have the dear Doctor, too, in Cicero. It will be a fight. She will try to catch me up, and I shall try not to be caught. I expect to spend most of my time, girls, with the old Romans. But I will have to acknowledge that when she talks she can make it interesting.”
“Two classes to Dr. Carver! I pity you, Cathalina, from the bottom of my heart.”
“No, Isabel, only one to her, the other to Patty. I read ahead with Phil or Father this summer, and studied vocabulary, too. If I get beyond my depth I’ll come to some of you girls that have the senior Latin.”
“I could not read a line of Cicero now,” declared Helen. “I had hopes that Miss Randolph wouldn’t keep her when she saw how the girls disliked her.”
“She knows that Dr. Carver isn’t popular,” said Cathalina, “but I don’t believe that anybody ever complained to Miss Randolph. I certainly would hate to do it and make a teacher lose a position. And then, anyway, I’m not so sure that Miss Randolph cares about a teacher’s being popular.”
“But if Patty had it, wouldn’t we all love Latin?”