Book 1
Book 1 - Chapter 1
_ BOOK I CHAPTER I
"I won‘t study another word to-day!" Helena tipped the table, spilling the books to the floor. "I want to go out in the sun. Go home, Miss Phelps, that‘s a dear. Anyhow, it won‘t do you a bit of good to stay."
Miss Phelps, young herself, glanced angrily at her briery charge, longingly at the brilliant blue of sky and bay beyond the long window.
"I leave it to Miss Yorba." Her voice, fashioned to cut, vibrated a little with the vigour of its roots. "You seem to forget, Miss Belmont, that this is not your house."
"But you are just as much my teacher as hers. Besides, I always know what Magdalena wants, and I know that she has had enough United States history for one afternoon. When I go to England I‘ll get their version of it. We‘re brought up to love their literature and hate them! Such nonsense--"
"My dear Miss Belmont, I beg you to remember that you have but recently passed your sixteenth birthday--"
"Oh, of course! If I‘

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