“Yes, indeed.”
Wet and smiling, Eloise brought in her canoe. “Do you think I made it, girls?”
“Of course you made it!” cried the generous Cathalina. “I hope I do tomorrow if they have ’em again. If not, some other day. Where’s Hilary, by the way?”
“She and Helen are together somewhere. They said they were coming down for the tests, but must have forgotten it. They passed theirs the other day, you know.”
“O, Cathalina—Cathalina Van Buskirk!” called one of the councillors. The girls ran to get their bath robes and bathing caps, which were draped over the railing at the dock.
“Miss Allen is still sick today; why can’t you take her French class? They can’t afford to lose the time.”
“Why,—I never taught anything in my life.”
“But you have had plenty of private teaching, haven’t you?”
“Yes; shall I do it that way?”
“Certainly. Anybody that can talk French as you can ought to be able to take these little girls through a couple of lessons. Give them some easy conversation and take them over the ground they ought to cover in the reader. If you feel like hearing them recite their verbs, all the better.”