After chapel and breakfast, Concordia set off for a meeting with the lady principal to discuss the senior play. She hoped it was good news. Directing the play was a substantial drain on her time, and there were usually problems aplenty. Concordia was a teacher, not a stage manager.
But perhaps this year would be better. Miss Pomeroy had said that Lily Isley was indeed interested in helping. Perhaps Mrs. Isley would take complete charge of it. After all, the stage came naturally to that lady.
The lady principal’s office was a familiar place to Concordia, as it was just down the hallway from her own. She’d had many occasions to visit it for some college business or other. Each lady principal had placed her own style and stamp upon the quarters. In Miss Pomeroy’s case, it wasn’t so much a s
