Because she had felt like one little drop in a very big puddle, Jerry simply couldn't tell. But her eyes were shining. Gyp broke in. "Jerry could be a Junior if she wanted to, but she's going to stay in my study-room for awhile. And they've signed her up for every single thing!"
Jerry, ignorant of Lincoln traditions, did not know that this was a tribute.
Then she had wondered when, with everything else, she would find time for her Cicero and geometry.
"Who you got? Speck-eyes?"
"Graham——" cried Mrs. Westley. "I will not have you speaking in that way of your teachers!"
Graham colored; he knew that this was a point upon which his mother had always been very firm.
"Oh, Miss Briggs is all right—I like her, but all the fellows call her that."
"Do you suppose they'll nickname Miss Lee?"
To Jerry it seemed that that would be sacrilege—she was too dear! Uncle John had, then, to hear all about her. He was much interested, he had not realized that she was grown-up enough to teach.
"But she really doesn't seem a bit so," Gyp explained.