Chapter 12
Week 5, Instructor Calendar, March 1896
Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.
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The trolley ride from the Armstrong house back to Hartford Women’s College briefly diverted Concordia from her thoughts. She boarded a crowded morning streetcar, standing during the early part of the trip, stretching to grasp a nearby hand strap, feet already aching from her pointy-toed boots. If only women’s fashions would take pity on a lady’s foot and forgo these ridiculous shapes.
At City Hall Square, many of the office workers disembarked. Concordia sat down in relief, adjusting her spectacles for a better look through a frost-etched window. This section was the hub of downtown Hartford, and the bustle of the city had an appeal all its own. Even on a cold winter morning
