Jonesy, the English teacher, was the worst." She was still looking in the glass, her fingers busy with the spray of blossoms on her bosom.

"She always wore felt slippers and crept around like a cat.
She'd tell on anybody.

We had a play one night in my room after lights were out, and Maria Collins was Claude Melnotte and I was Pauline.
Maria had a mustache blackened on her lips with a piece of burnt cork and I was all fixed up in a dressing-gown and sash.

We never heard Jonesy till she put her hand on the knob; then we blew out the candle and popped into bed.

She smelled the candle-wick and leaned over and kissed Maria good-night, and the black all came off on her lips, and next day we got three pages apiece--the mean old thing! How do I look, Martha?
Is my hair all right ?" Here she turned her head for the old woman's inspection.
"Beautiful, darlin'.