Chapter 15
Weeks 5 and 6, Instructor Calendar, March 1896
What’s done cannot be undone.
V.i
Concordia awoke to the thunder of twenty pairs of feet clattering down the wood steps. As she hurriedly dressed to join them for breakfast and morning chapel—drat these boots!—Ruby called to her, tapping on her door.
“Coming!” Concordia called.
Concordia couldn’t hear the muffled response, so she yanked the door open, still clutching boot and button hook.
“Ah, miss,” the matron said, eyes straying to Concordia’ stockinged foot, “the lady principal sent word that you be allowed to sleep.”
Several of the students filing past Concordia’s door gave her coy smiles. Undoubtedly, last night’s porch scene with Mr. Reynolds would provide fodder for several days’ worth of student gossip.
“I’ll get
