“Is it? She seems strong enough to me. I haven't noticed any symptoms.”
“Course not, else you wouldn't have kept her in. But I know, and I think it's my duty to tell you. Never mind if she can't do quite so much writin'. I'd rather she wouldn't; she might bust a blood vessel or somethin'. Such things HAVE happened, to extry smart young ones. You just let her trot along home with me now and—”
“Cap'n Whittaker,” Miss Dawes had risen to her feet with a determined expression on her face.
“Yes, ma'am,” said the captain, rising also.
“Cap'n Whittaker,” repeated the teacher, “I'm very glad that you called. I've been rather expecting you might, because of certain things I have heard.”
“You heard? What was it you heard—if you don't mind my askin'?”
“No, I don't, because I think we must have an understanding about Emily. I have heard that you allow her to do as she pleases at home; in other words, that you are spoiling her, and—”
“SPOILIN' her! I spoilin' her? Who told you such an unlikely yarn as that? I ain't the kind to spoil anybody. Why, I'm so strict that I'm ashamed of myself sometimes.”
He honestly believed he was. Miss Phoebe calmly continued.
“Of course, what you do at home is none of my business. I shouldn't mention it anyhow, if you hadn't called, because I pay very little attention to town talk, having lived in this county all my life and knowing what gossip amounts to. I like Emily; she's a pretty good little girl and well behaved, as children go. But this you must understand. She can't be spoiled here. She whispered this afternoon, twice. She has been warned often, and knows the rule. I kept her after school because she broke that rule, and if she breaks it again, she will be punished again. I kept the Edwards boy two hours yesterday and—”