As the time drew nearer she became sickeningly anxious about a
school. What if she failed in securing one? What if she could
not pay back Agatha's money? What if she had taken "the wings of
morning," and fallen in her flight? In desperation she went to
the Superintendent of the Normal and told him her trouble. He
wrote her a fine letter of recommendation and she sent it to one
of the men from whom she had not heard, the director of a school
in the village of Walden, seven miles east of Hartley, being
seventeen miles from her home, thus seeming to Kate a desirable
location, also she knew the village to be pretty and the school
one that paid well. Then she finished her work the best she
could, and disappointed and anxious, entered the train for home.
When the engine whistled at the bridge outside Hartley Kate arose,
lifted her telescope from the rack overhead, and made her way to
the door, so that she was the first person to leave the car when
it stopped. As she stepped to the platform she had a distinct
shock, for her father reached for the telescope, while his
greeting and his face were decidedly friendly, for him. As they
walked down the street Kate was trying wildly to think of the best
thing to say when he asked if she had a school. But he did not
ask. Then she saw in the pocket of his light summer coat a packet
of letters folded inside a newspaper, and there was one long,
official-looking envelope that stood above the others far enough
that she could see "Miss K --" of the address. Instantly she
decided that it was her answer from the School Director of Walden
and she was tremblingly eager to see it. She thought an instant
and then asked: "Have you been to the post office?"
"Yes, I got the mail," he answered.
"Will you please see if there are any letters for me?" she asked.
"When we get home," he said. "I am in a hurry now. Here's a list
of things Ma wants, and don't be all day about getting them."
Kate's lips closed to a thin line and her eyes began to grow steel
coloured and big. She dragged back a step and looked at the
loosely swaying pocket again. She thought intently a second. As
they passed several people on the walk she stepped back of her
father and gently raised the letter enough to see that the address
was to her. Instantly she lifted it from the others, slipped it
up her dress sleeve, and again took her place beside her father
until they reached the store where her mother did her shopping.
Then he waited outside while Kate hurried in, and ripping open the
letter, found a contract ready for her to sign for the Walden
school. The salary was twenty dollars a month more than Nancy
Ellen had received for their country school the previous winter
and the term four months longer.