Chapter 6
Week 2, Instructor Calendar, September 1896
By the mass, I was about to say something.
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“I tell you, Miriam, I did not borrow your wretched shirtwaist, and I’m tired of you going on about it!”
A chorus of high-pitched complaining followed.
In her first floor faculty quarters beneath the hubbub, Concordia looked up from her reading, wondering if she was going to have to intervene. Again.
Except for cliques and occasional pranks, the students generally got along amicably in their cottages. Of course, rivalries between freshmen and sophomore classes or between the cottage residences were to be expected, but it was good-natured and friction was relatively low. She wondered if the new lady principal had cast a pall over the mood of the campus this year, with her single inst
