Water sprung from the corners of the school roof, turning it into a gigantic fountain. He upset some one —probably Mr. Ed. ’ ‘No, perhaps not,’ Gerald agreed with a smile. Horrible memories of things seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action.
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