"Then you aren't really educated at all?" said the teacher with frank pity. "What a shame! Education is so important."
Benis was frankly afraid of her.
"But you need not be," Desire assured him. "She looks up to you. She thinks that, being a professor, you have even more education than she has."
"God forbid!" said Benis devoutly.
"Besides, she knows all about you. I found out today that she is an Ontario girl. And she lives—guess where? In Bainbridge!"
Aunt Caroline (they were at dinner) looked up from her roast lamb and remarked "Impossible."
"But she does, Aunt. She says so."
Aunt Caroline fancied that probably the young person was mistaken. "Certainly," she said, "I have never heard of her."
"She lives," said Desire, "on Barker Street and she took her first class teacher's certificate at Bainbridge Collegiate Institute."
Aunt Caroline fancied that they gave almost anyone a certificate there. All one had to do was to pass the examinations. As to Barker Street—there was a Barker Street, certainly. And this young person might live on it. She, herself, was not acquainted with the neighborhood.