“I wish she could,” said Dorothy kindly.
The rooms in this academy building were planned in suites,—a parlor, with two bedrooms opening from it. These accommodated four pupils, unless, as was frequently the case, some parents wished their daughter—as did Gladys’s father—to have her sleeping-room to herself. In this case extra payment was made.
Marion found her trunk already in Gladys’s room, and the work of settling down was quickly and pleasantly done, with the help of her three schoolmates. Lucky Marion! She had certainly, so far, begun her Eastern life under the pleasantest auspices.
CHAPTER V.
MRS. PARKE’S LETTER.
And now commenced Marion’s work. She was not quite fitted in higher mathematics, and Miss Palmer, not disposed to be too indulgent in a study where stupid girls tried her patience to its utmost every day of her life, conditioned her without hesitation.
Miss Jones found her fully up, even before her class, in Latin and Greek; her father having taken special pains in this part of her education, being himself one of the elect in classical studies when in Yale College. Her words of commendation almost made amends to Marion for Miss Palmer’s brief dismissal; almost, not quite, for, in common with nine-tenths of the scholars in the academy, Marion “hated mathematics.”
Miss Sausmann tried her on the pronunciation of a few German gutturals, then patted her on the shoulder and said,—