A few days after the announcement of his engagement, Mr. Arbuthnot demanded to be allowed out of his invalid chair. Leaning on two sticks and aided by his betrothed, he staggered some five paces across the parlor floor before staggering back to his seat. Flushed with triumph and the unaccustomed exertion, he asked to be wheeled out-of-doors, and he and Miss Evans settled down in a spot in the sun-dappled shade of the orchard by the high road. When the gentlemen from Yellering Hall came to call, as they did most afternoons, they and the rest of the school went in a body to join the couple for a nuncheon alfresco. Thanks to the efforts of Miss Quince and the distraction of the Arbuthnot and Evans engagement, the affair of the missing necklace had dropped into the background of everyone’s mind. Several of the ladies, both the younger and the older, sat in the sun and sewed. Miss Franklin bent over a small hand-stitched notebook, writing line after line of densely spaced prose interspersed with numbers, Greek letters, and arithmetical symbols, flicking the pages over as they were filled.
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