Even Mrs.Rachel Lynde was darkly dubious about the propriety of writing fiction, though she was almost reconciled to it by that twenty-five dollar check.
"It is perfectly amazing, the price they pay for such lies, that's what," she said, half-proudly, half-severely.
All things considered, it was a relief when going-away time came.

And it was very jolly to be back at Redmond, a wise, experienced Soph with hosts of friends to greet on the merry opening day.

Pris and Stella and Gilbert were there, Charlie Sloane, looking more important than ever a Sophomore looked before, Phil, with the Alec-and-Alonzo question still unsettled, and Moody Spurgeon MacPherson.

Moody Spurgeon had been teaching school ever since leaving Queen's, but his mother had concluded it was high time he gave it up and turned his attention to learning how to be a minister.

Poor Moody Spurgeon fell on hard luck at the very beginning of his college career.