Chapter 21
Week 7, Instructor Calendar, October/November 1896
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
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It was a subdued walk from Sycamore House to the cluster of student cottages. The path took them through the quadrangle, past Founder’s Hall, the chapel, and the classroom buildings. Miss Grant maintained a stony silence, marching slightly ahead of the group of students, which included the Joan of Arcs. All of the girls had heard the outburst. Concordia herself trailed behind them, Miss Jenkins at her side. That lady had also heard the interchange. She cast anxious glances her way.
Concordia felt utterly weary. The days to come would be no better. She would have to pack her things and leave in disgrace. Explain to her mother what happened.
