"Where can you find anyone who can make bread and teach Latin infinitives?" put in Mr. Everett mischievously.
"Well," Aunt Pen tried to look modest, "how would I do?"
"You!" cried Pat incredulously, certain now that the whole plan was only a joke. "You--really, truly?"
"Really, truly, my dear! I will dearly love to teach you and help you both!"
Pat threw both arms about her neck in a strangling hug. "Oh, Aunt Pen, it will be such fun and I'll really, truly try to learn Latin and I won't stuff things behind the wardrobe any more--that was my half of the room, you know! And maybe, with Renée to help me, I can soon speak French as well as Celia!"
"And I'll offer a prize for the best loaf of bread that one of my girls makes!" added Mr. Everett.
"No, there shall be no prizes in this school! If one of the girls can do something better than the other then she is going to help the other! More than all the French and Latin, in the world I want my pupils to learn unselfishness! And we will keep reports and the reward will come when Pat and Renée show these reports to Pat's mother."
"What do you think about it, Mouse?" That was the name Mr. Everett had given Renée. Her eyes were shining with delight.
"Oh, I will like it very much! And there is so much I want to learn if I am to live in America and I will try so hard! I was afraid to go to school!" she confessed.
"It is very natural that you should have dreaded it, my dear! After a little that shyness will wear off and you will find many staunch friends and playmates."