That matron, like most Grecian women, was ignorant of her own written language.
Never ought so worthy, so valuable a matron to be lost to the world.
She reported to the matron that Mary was not neat and quarrelled all the time.
And the matron—not Miss Coffin, but the other one—called me 'Maggie.'
On a morning in August the matron's report had closed with a startling item.