Chapter 24
Week 7, Instructor Calendar November 1898
The affections are too sacred for such outward showing, and the lookers-on are in a very disagreeable position. ~Mrs. John Sherwood
A light pattering upon glass woke her later that morning. Concordia opened her eyes. Mercy, this was the second time she had been in the infirmary in the past three weeks. At least she had walked in under her own power this time.
The day was off to a dreary start. Rain streaked the windows, and only a pearl-gray light penetrated the gloom.
Miss Jenkins was turning up the lamps and noticed her stir. “How do you feel?”
Concordia grimaced. “My throat hurts,” she croaked. She glanced in dismay at her soot-stained skirt and shirtwaist. She had fallen asleep fully dressed in her reading chair last night, wai
