“Eh—what?” exclaimed the little old lady quickly.
“Never mind. It doesn't signify who the man is. It doesn't signify about anything,” said Alexia wildly, “as long as Miss Salisbury is going to get married and give up our school.”
“Oh, I don't suppose the school will be given up,” said Miss Seymour.
“What? Why, of course it will be. How can she keep it after she is married?” cried Alexia impatiently. She longed to say, “you goose you!”
“Why, I suppose the other one will keep it, of course; and it will go on just the same as it did before.”
“Oh dear me! The idea of Miss Anstice keeping that school!” With all her misery, Alexia couldn't help bursting into a laugh.
“Miss Anstice?”
“Yes; if you knew her as we girls do, Miss Seymour, you never'd say she could run that school.”
“I never said she could.”
“Oh, yes, you did,” Alexia was guilty of contradicting. “You said distinctly that when Miss Salisbury was married, you supposed Miss Anstice would keep it on just the same.”