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Jane Allen: Right Guard

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"Mrs. Weatherbee has perhaps gone to make the call," suggested Adrienne. "Why do you not ring the bell and thus summon the maid?" "A good idea." Standing near the door, Jane's fingers found the electric bell and pressed it. "Where is Mrs. Weatherbee?" she inquired of the maid who presently came to answer the door. "Isn't Millie here any more?" she added, noting that a stranger occupied the place of the good-natured girl who had been at the Hall during Jane's freshman year. "No, miss. She's gone and got married. Did you want Mrs. Weatherbee? She's upstairs. I'll go and find her for you." "Thank you. If you will be so kind. Please tell her Miss Allen wishes to see her." Disturbed in mind, though she was, Jane replied with a graciousness she never forgot to employ in speaking to those in more humble circumstances than herself. It was a part of the creed her democratic father had taught her and she tried to live up to it. "Wish me luck, girls, I'm going to my fate. Wait for me," she said
Craftsmanship in Teaching

CRAFTSMANSHIP IN TEACHING by WILLIAM CHANDLER BAGLEY Author Of "The Educative Process," "Classroom Management," "Educational Values," Etc. New York The MacMillan Company 1912 All rights reserved Copyright, 1911, by the MacMillan Company. Set up and electrotyped. Published April, 1911. Reprinted June, October,
lightly and vanished into the house. "She's taking it like a brick," Judith admiringly commented. "Ah, yes. Jane is what _mon pere_ would call 'the good sport,'" agreed Adrienne. "She is the strange girl; sometimes fierce like the lion over the small troubles. When come the great misfortunes she has calm courage." Re-entering Mrs. Weatherbee's office, Jane seated herself resignedly to wait for the appearance of the matron. When fifteen minutes had passed and she was still waiting, the stock of "calm courage" attributed to her by Adrienne, began to dwindle into nettled impatience. She now wished that she had not given her name to the maid. It looked as if Mrs. Weatherbee were purposely keeping her waiting. This thought stirred afresh in Jane the old antagonism that the matron had always aroused. After half an hour had dragged by Jane heard footsteps descending the stairs to the accompaniment of the faint rustle of silken skirts. She sat suddenly very straight in her chair, her mood anything but lamb-like. "Good afternoon, Miss Allen," greeted a cool voice.