“Mr. Wilson, when shall we leave for the Female Mission?”
“About half past ten should get us there in plenty of time,” Mr. Wilson answers.
“I don’t know why you gentlemen persist in doing that woman’s job for her. Miss Pigot claims to run the Female Mission without assistance, when in fact she couldn’t do anything if you two weren’t always going over to teach or do accounts. What is it you’re doing today?” I ask.
“Assisting with the oral examinations for the Upper School. They’re the fee-paying students.” Mr. Wilson explains as if I don’t know.
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