The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. She had thought that all Morningside Park householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. He taught her how to read and write in Latin and Greek, often rewarding her for her efforts with a flower or a trinket. But as the students sat about Miss Garvice’s tea-pot and drank tea or smoked cigarettes, the talk got away from Capes. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct.
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