A few compliments on the part of the Head, and the hope that St.Sidwell's would not lose sight of Miss Quincey altogether, and the interview was closed.
It was understood by the end of the morning that Miss Quincey had sent in her resignation.

The news spread from class to class--"Miss Quincey is going"-- and was received by pupils and teachers with cries of incredulity.

After all, Miss Quincey belonged to St.Sidwell's; she was part and parcel of the place; her blood and bones had been built into its very walls, and her removal was not to be contemplated without dismay.
Why, what would a procession be like without Miss Quincey to enliven it?
And so, as she went her last round, a score of hands that had never clasped hers in friendship were stretched out over the desks in a wild leave-taking; three girls had tears in their eyes; one, more emotional than the rest, sobbed audibly without shame.

The staff were unanimous in their sympathy and regret.

Rhoda withdrew hastily from the painful scene.
Only the Mad Hatter in her corner made no sign.