The Charm School
Dear Mr. Bevans,—We are all going home. I asked Miss Hayes what made a home, and she laughed and said it was where you had your washing, done. It seems to me it is wherever you can find the one person who makes life beautiful and interesting to you. We have to learn a piece of poetry for the English class during the vacation. Do you know one that begins, "What shall I do with all the days and hours that must elapse before I see thy face'? I am thinking of learning that.
Good-by, dear Mr. Bevans. I hope you will be well and happy through these long, long holidays.
Yours,
The long, long holidays were four days. Austin put the little piece of paper in his pocket, without any penciled criticism, although he was aware of the defective paragraphing of the letter. He thought it odd how a line of verse, particularly not very good verse, would get ringing in your head. "What shall I do with all the days and hours—" They ought to teach the girls better stuff than that. He'd speak to Miss Curtis about it when she came over with the reports.
But as a matter of fact he never did speak to her about it.
About half past nine he heard hurried footsteps on his porch, Miss Curtis's voice
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