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Radford, Ada: Lucy Wren
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By Ada Radford 281
Public spirit in girls’ schools—vegetarianism-—she wished to try
it, as also, it seemed, rational dress and cremation. How long was
he there ? Neither he nor Lucy had the slightest idea, but he
knew a moment would come when he must leave.
But he must ensure seeing Lucy to-morrow.
“ We shall see you to-morrow,” he said to her ; “ it is Ella’s ‘ At-
Home ’ day ? ”
“Yes, I will come,” said Lucy.
He was gone.
“ Well,” said Katharine, “I don’t think he’s very entertaining,
do you ? I don’t think he’s a great improvement on his wife. I
thought you said he was interesting ? ”
Lucy moved.
“ Don’t go to bed this minute,” Katharine pleaded.
Standing, her cheeks still flushed, she heard, as though in the
distance, Katharine’s tales.
“I know it’s no use paying you compliments, but you’re look-
ing wonderfully pretty to-night, Lucy ; your hair suits you
loose like that.”
And then, at last, she let her shut her bedroom door and be
alone.
Lucy was at school again at nine o’clock the next morning.
Four hours teaching, dinner, preparation, and then Ella’s “At
Home.”
She was counting the hours to Ella’s “ At Home.” Seven hours
more, seven hours more, six hours and three quarters, she kept
saying to herself, as she explained to the elementary Euclid class
the curious things about right angles.
Five minutes between each lesson.
She did not to go the teachers’ room, she stayed in the empty
class-rooms, and whether she shut her eyes a moment, or whether
they
Public spirit in girls’ schools—vegetarianism-—she wished to try
it, as also, it seemed, rational dress and cremation. How long was
he there ? Neither he nor Lucy had the slightest idea, but he
knew a moment would come when he must leave.
But he must ensure seeing Lucy to-morrow.
“ We shall see you to-morrow,” he said to her ; “ it is Ella’s ‘ At-
Home ’ day ? ”
“Yes, I will come,” said Lucy.
He was gone.
“ Well,” said Katharine, “I don’t think he’s very entertaining,
do you ? I don’t think he’s a great improvement on his wife. I
thought you said he was interesting ? ”
Lucy moved.
“ Don’t go to bed this minute,” Katharine pleaded.
Standing, her cheeks still flushed, she heard, as though in the
distance, Katharine’s tales.
“I know it’s no use paying you compliments, but you’re look-
ing wonderfully pretty to-night, Lucy ; your hair suits you
loose like that.”
And then, at last, she let her shut her bedroom door and be
alone.
Lucy was at school again at nine o’clock the next morning.
Four hours teaching, dinner, preparation, and then Ella’s “At
Home.”
She was counting the hours to Ella’s “ At Home.” Seven hours
more, seven hours more, six hours and three quarters, she kept
saying to herself, as she explained to the elementary Euclid class
the curious things about right angles.
Five minutes between each lesson.
She did not to go the teachers’ room, she stayed in the empty
class-rooms, and whether she shut her eyes a moment, or whether
they