Chapter 52
Week 18, Instructor Calendar, June 1896
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
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The dining hall of Sycamore House was full once again with administrators, staff, and trustees, but Concordia managed to secure a chair next to Margaret Banning before the meeting began. Despite the warmth of the evening, Miss Banning was dressed in her usual layers of petticoats, dress, shawls and cap, perched askew. Tufts of orange cat hair clung to the folds of her skirt.
“Good evening, Miss Banning.”
The lady looked at Concordia over the rim of her glasses, keen eyes bright with interest. “Humph. I can’t see what’s good about it, young miss,” was the tart response. “I hear you’re the one who found the president. Is it true?”
Miss Banning certainly got rig
