It was by no means in Harriet’s nature to accept any such position, and her lanky little figure and pale face seemed to bristle all over with suppressed passion when she was addressed in this way.
On the night before Ralph was to make his decision with regard to the school-mothers, Harriet said a word to Jane.
“By this time to-morrow,” said Harriet, “we shall know everything.”
“Oh, yes; I suppose so,” said Jane. Then she added quickly: “I wish he had not come to the school.”
“Who do you mean by that?” asked Harriet.
“Ralph—I wish he had not come.”
“It can’t make any matter to you,” said Harriet.
“It does,” said Jane. “He is a nice little boy. I like him just awfully. He won’t be happy with you.”
“What do you mean by that?” said Harriet.
Jane was silent.