The lid slammed heavily and a few minutes later Kate entered the room dressed for the street.
"Why are you weeping ?" she asked casually.
Her eyes were flaming, her cheeks scarlet, and her lips twitching.
Nancy Ellen sat up and looked at her.

She pointed to the letter: "I read that," she said.
"Well, what do I care ?" said Kate.

"If he has no more respect for me than to write me such an insult as that, why should I have the respect for him to protect him in it?
Publish it in the paper if you want to." "Kate, what are you going to do ?" demanded Nancy Ellen.
"Three things," said Kate, slowly putting on her long silk gloves.
"First, I'm going to telegraph John Jardine that I never shall see him again, if I can possibly avoid it.

Second, I'm going to send a drayman to get my trunk and take it to Walden.

Third, I'm going to start out and walk miles, I don't know or care where; but in the end, I'm going to Walden to clean the schoolhouse and get ready for my winter term of school." "Oh, Kate, you are such a fine teacher! Teach him! Don't be so hurried! Take more time to think.