“Perhaps so but I’m too cross with the dean to ask about it.”
“She has not made any announcement yet.”
“No, but she will. I was waiting to see her, and she was telling all this to one of the teachers who is going to have charge of the Hallowe’en performance.” Sidney made a gesture as if the whole thing were not very interesting to her.
“Do you mind telling who the teacher is?”
“Not in the least. You might know it is Miss Gibson.”
“That is why you are so disgusted, then, I suppose. Poor Gibby has a hard time winning you over to her side.”
“She certainly need not try; but I am very respectful, don’t you think?”
“In class, at least, Sidney, looking out for your grades.” This was Fleta, who was laughing as she said this. But Sidney shrugged her shoulders. “I am never impolite to her anywhere, for my own sake,” she said.
The girls were gathering in the beautiful chapel of the school before morning worship. Hope, Fleta, Dulcie, Caroline and Madge were standing in the aisle before passing to their regular seats. None of the teachers had come in yet. Shirley was in her seat, but concealed from Sidney’s view by the other girls who were in the way. Sidney continued speaking.
“Miss Gibson has a loyal adherent now in Shirley Harcourt, and that must console her for the rest of us. Shirley drinks in everything Miss Gibson says with open mouth. Madge, didn’t you say that her father is a teacher?”