“Have you been having a good time?” asked the doctor presently.
“Yes, indeed! I have enjoyed every minute of it. And I have been perfectly well, Dr Everett. I have never lost one recitation.”
“I suppose you have been at the head of the class and have got the medal.”
Fidelia laughed. “I’m not the best scholar by a good many. But I have got on pretty well.”
“Well, you have got up a step, I hear.”
“I have been taking some of the studies of the second year. My Latin helped me on, and—other things. And—I mean to graduate next year.”
“Do in two years what other girls are expected to do in three or four, and injure your health for life doing it? That would be a poor kind of wisdom, little girl.”
“Oh, I haven’t been doing too much, and I don’t mean to! But you know, two years means more to Eunice and me than it does to most people. Oh, it will be all easy enough! I was well prepared. You see Eunice knew just what was needed.”
“Yes, and Eunice is a good teacher.”
“Isn’t she?” said Fidelia eagerly. “I haven’t seen one yet to compare with her. Oh, if Eunice had only had my chance!”