Chapter 32
Week 12, Instructor Calendar, April 1896
Bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under 't.
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“Stop fidgeting!” Miss Jenkins said in exasperation. “I’m not finished with you.”
Concordia, still smelling of smoke but now in blessedly clean clothes a couple of hours later, stood impatiently in her sitting room as Hannah Jenkins applied iodine to the assortment of scratches on her arms. The brick wall had done a fair job of scraping her right hand, too, which was wrapped in gauze. She winced as Miss Jenkins found tender spots.
“There,” Miss Jenkins said, satisfied. With a quick murmur of thanks, Concordia hurried from her room to the parlor.
The first startling sight was that of her mother, of all people, sitt
