"
Miss Ferney was allowed to glory undisturbed, for Miss Lady, leaning
against the railing of the porch, had apparently forgotten her
existence.
"You just make up your mind to take that school job, and lead a
useful, independent life. I know a teacher in Shelby County that's had
the same school for fifteen years, ever since she was a plump, pretty
girl, and she's thin as I am now, and gray as a rat. Kept that same
position and done well all these years."
Miss Lady wheeled suddenly and flung out her arms:
"If you don't hush this minute, Miss Ferney, I'll run off and join the
circus! I'd lots rather stand on one toe in fluffy, spangled skirts,
and jump through a hoop than teach school!"
Miss Ferney looked scandalized: "You don't seem right well," she said
as if in excuse for such flippancy. "I do believe you've got a fever.
I'm going straight home and mix you up a tonic."
Miss Lady sat for some time on the steps with her eyes on the distant
river. Up the hillside the treetops rippled in the breeze, and down in
the valley the winding stream danced in the shallows or loitered in
brown pools to whisper secrets to the low-hanging boughs.
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