She had said so in as many words, in defiance of the principal's arguments against such a course.
"Well, good night, my child," she said at last, giving Anne a motherly kiss.

"You have done a good winter's work and I am proud of you." Anne hurried away, clutching the letter in her hand.

She wondered if Miss Thompson had read it, and somehow she didn't mind so much after all.

The principal seemed to her the very embodiment of all that was good and kind.
Miss Thompson was destined to have several callers that afternoon.

In a few moments Grace hurried in, breathless and excited.
"Look at that, Miss Thompson," cried the girl, thrusting a handkerchief into her hand.