Hoover，withatroubledface，“foryouseesheisagrowin’girl，“
andsheconcluded，withsomeembarrassment，“Ican’tquitemakeupmymindhowtodressher。“
“Howoldisshe？“askedthemasterabruptly。
“Goin’ontwelve，but，“——andMrs。Hooveragainhesitated。
“Why，twoofmyscholars，theBromlygirls，areoverfourteen，“