Do you suppose we can, Pris ?" "I'll be better able to tell you when I find out what it is," said Priscilla, casting aside a Greek lexicon and taking up Stella's letter.
Stella Maynard had been one of their chums at Queen's Academy and had been teaching school ever since.
"But I'm going to give it up, Anne dear," she wrote, "and go to college next year.

As I took the third year at Queen's I can enter the Sophomore year.

I'm tired of teaching in a back country school.

Some day I'm going to write a treatise on 'The Trials of a Country Schoolmarm.' It will be a harrowing bit of realism.

It seems to be the prevailing impression that we live in clover, and have nothing to do but draw our quarter's salary.