They could not help Myrtle's going if they tried.

She had always maintained that, if they had only once broke her will when she was little, they would have kept the upper hand of her; but her will never was broke.

They came pretty near it once, but the child would n't give in.
Miss Cynthia went to the door with Mr.Bradshaw, and the conversation immediately became short and informal.
"Demonish pretty business! All up for a year or more,--hey ?" "Don't blame me,--I couldn't stop her." "Give me her address,--I 'll write to her.

Any young men teach in the school ?" "Can't tell you.

She'll write to Olive and Bathsheba, and I'll find out all about it." Murray Bradshaw went home and wrote a long letter to Mrs.Clymer Ketchum, of 24 Carat Place, containing many interesting remarks and inquiries, some of the latter relating to Madam Delacoste's institution for the education of young ladies.
While this was going on at Oxbow Village, Myrtle was establishing herself at the rather fashionable school to which Mr.Gridley had recommended her.