Good-morning!" "Good-morning and good luck!" That night Sylvia wrote a letter to one of her classmates in Boston.
"I'm a school-teacher," she said,--"a member of the gray sisterhood of American nuns.

All over this astonishing country my sisters of this honorable order rise up in the morning, even as you and I, to teach the young idea how to shoot.

I look with veneration upon those of our sisterhood who have grown old in the classroom.

I can see myself reduced to a bundle of nerves, irascible, worthless, ready for the scrap-pile at, we will say, forty-two--only twenty years ahead of me! My work looks so easy and I like it so much that I went in fright to the dictionary to look up the definition of teacher.

I find that I'm one who teaches or instructs.