She nodded happily. "Yes, and it's just as nice as we thought it would be!"
"Won't it do our hearts good to 'give notice,' as the cooks say?"
"I can hardly wait to tell those awful Cowans that they may get along as
best they can. I'm so tired of them, Meta!"
"I know you are. I wouldn't mind the music so much if I had time. But it's
dreadful when your own studies drag like millstones about your neck. I'm
not clever at learning as you are, Rose. I have to work for what I get. So
I shall tell them, next Tuesday, that I've decided not to teach any more
till school's out."
Jack stopped on his way down the hall to look over our shoulders. "Huh!" he
said, if you know what that means.
"Doesn't it look lovely?" asked Rose, her face all full of dimples. Rose is
as pretty as a picture, anyway, and when she smiles, you can't help smiling
back. Jack patted her cheek, and said, "It certainly does," and then he
passed on abruptly.
"Something doesn't suit him!" I declared as he shut his room door behind
him. "I can't imagine what it is, and it's of no earthly use to ask him."
It wouldn't have been.
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