XIX
A YEAR AND A DAY
"It seems queer to settle down the way we have, ever since Christmas. We had such fun up to that time." Hazel heaved a long sigh as she wrestled with her Latin and the Third Conjugation.
Rose looked up from her Cicero and smiled at the bored expression on Hazel's face. "I know, Latin is awfully dull at first, but when you can read it, you'll like it. If only you could hear Cicero give this horrid Catiline—the old traitor—'Hail Columbia' as March says, you could n't help liking Latin. Then, too, if we had n't settled down, where would my French have been?"
But Hazel still pouted a little. "I wish papa had n't wanted me to study at all this winter I don't see why, when Doctor Heath is always talking about its 'effect on my health—'"
She was interrupted by a merry laugh. Rose threw down her Cicero, caught away the grammar from Hazel, and, seizing her by the hand, drew her into the little bedroom. Then, taking her by the shoulders, she whirled her about until she faced the small looking-glass.
"There!" she exclaimed, still laughing, "look at that face before you talk about any 'effect on your health.'"
