Chapter 40
Week 14, Instructor Calendar, December 1896
There’s a divinity that shapes our ends.
V, ii
The campus was a festive place, as the girls put on their Christmas revels and choruses, visited each other with gifts and tokens, and attended the rounds of class teas and chapel services. In the generous spirit of the season, the girls had made and signed a get-well card for the former lady principal before Miss Grant and Mr. Harrison had left Hartford for good.
In a few days, when the students went home for winter recess, the college would be cleared of the bustle and noise. Even so, Concordia would miss the chaos.
The exhibit was recovering nicely. Miss Phillips reveled in the school’s additional acquisitions from Colonel Adams’ collection, recently donated by his widow.
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