“‘“Miss Green,” he repeated. “You say she was your teacher?”
“‘“Yes,” said I wonderingly. “She most certainly was.”
“‘“Harriet, her given name?” asked the man.
“‘“Yes!” cried Jess and Anne and I all together. “You don’t know her, do you?”
“‘“An angular person in a gray suit?” he continued. “Wears spectacles and——”
“‘“Crimps,” interrupted Jess. “Yes, she’s the one, though she hasn’t any this morning. You see, at school she always was a little—well, formidable, and we——”
“‘“I see,” said the man again. “Well, since I know she’s around here, I may as well wait. I told her to be at our office just outside the station at ten o’clock, and it’s nearly that now. You 84 see,” he explained, “she’s been in Athens for six months, and she’s very anxious to conduct a small party back there—lecture on the ancient civilization and all that sort of thing, you know. Perhaps, since she was your teacher, you’ll be able to tell me how she’d do. She hasn’t had time to get recommendations for just this sort of work, you see.”
“‘“How—how long would she be gone?” ventured Jess.
“‘“Well,” explained the Thomas Cook man, “if she did well, we’d probably keep her on the force. We’re always looking for folks like that—to take parties—especially to Athens or Egypt. They’re rare! This might be a life job.”
“‘“I’d be willing to recommend her!” said Jess, a little too promptly, I thought.