Even Anne and Gilbert lagged and grew indifferent.

Teacher and taught were alike glad when the term was ended and the glad vacation days stretched rosily before them.
"But you've done good work this past year," Miss Stacy told them on the last evening, "and you deserve a good, jolly vacation.

Have the best time you can in the out-of-door world and lay in a good stock of health and vitality and ambition to carry you through next year.

It will be the tug of war, you know--the last year before the Entrance." "Are you going to be back next year, Miss Stacy ?" asked Josie Pye.
Josie Pye never scrupled to ask questions; in this instance the rest of the class felt grateful to her; none of them would have dared to ask it of Miss Stacy, but all wanted to, for there had been alarming rumors running at large through the school for some time that Miss Stacy was not coming back the next year--that she had been offered a position in the grade school of her own home district and meant to accept.

The Queen's class listened in breathless suspense for her answer.
"Yes, I think I will," said Miss Stacy.