Chapter Six
After the last class of the day, Geography, we stopped by the bulletin board to see if there was anything new.
“Hey,” Liz said. “I didn’t know the academy had a nurse.”
I looked at the notice she was reading: ‘All junior cadets will report to room 101to see Nurse Julia…’
“Mrs. MacArthur!” I cried.
“You know her?”
“Oh, yes. At Fusilier farm, she take good care of Mr. Fusilier after he fall from windmill. She was Julia Smithers at that time, but now married to Sterling MacArthur. When is my time with her?” I ran my finger down the list. “Here it is. Tomorrow at 3:10 p.m. But that is Science class.”
“Look, here at the bottom; ‘All instructors will have a list of students and their time to be excused from class.”
“It will be so good to see Mrs. MacArthur. She is wonderful t
