“I bet it isn’t. How long have you known him?”
“Why, ever since I’ve been in the school, naturally.”
“What does he teach?”
“He has higher Latin and beginners’ Greek, and then he has charge of the main room when the principal goes out.”
Betty pondered a little, sitting on the floor in front of her sister. “You have such a lovely way of doing your hair. Is that the way to do hair nowadays––with two long curls hanging down from one side of the coil? You wind one side around the back knot, and then you pin the other up and let the ends hang down in two long curls, don’t you? I’m going to try mine that way; may I?”
“Of course, darling! I’ll help you.”
“What’s his name, Martha? I couldn’t quite catch it, and I did not want to let him know I thought it queer, so wouldn’t ask over.”
“His name is Lucien Thurbyfil. It’s not so queer, Betty.”
“Oh, you pronounce it T’urbyfil, just as if there were no ‘h’ in it. You know I thought father said Mr. Tubfull––or something like that, when he introduced him to mother, and that was why mother looked at him in such an odd way.”