Miss Larner had no intention of giving an inch to these people. She had heard enough horror stories about frontier school boards to know that they would try to get out of keeping most of the promises they made in their letters. It was beginning already.

“In your letters you represented to me that I would have a residence provided as part of my salary. I do not regard an inn as a private residence.”

“You'll have you own private room,” said Dr. Physicker.

“And take all my meals at a common table? This is not acceptable. If I stay, I will be spending all my days in the company of the children of this town, and when that day's work is over, I expect to be able to prepare my own meals in private and eat them in solitude, and then spend the evening in the company of books, without distraction or annoyance. That is not possible in a roadhouse, gentlemen, and so a room in a roadhouse does not constitute a private residence.”

She could see them sizing her up. Some were abashed by the mere precision of her speech– she knew perfectly well that country lawyers put on airs in their own towns, but they were no match for someone of real education. The only real trouble was going to come from the sheriff, Pauley Wiseman. How absurd, for a grown man still to use a child's nickname.

“Now see here, young lady,” said the sheriff.

She raised an eyebrow. It was typical of such a man that, even though Miss Larner seemed to be on the greying side of forty, he would assume that her unmarried status gave him the right to call her “young lady,” as one addresses a recalcitrant girlchild.

“What is 'here' that I am failing to see?”

“Well, Horace and Peg Guester did plan to offer you a small house off by yourself, but we said no to it, plain and simple, we said no to them, and we say no to you.”

“Very well, then. I see that you do not, after all, intend to keep your word to me. Fortunately, gentlemen, I am not a common schoolteacher, grateful to take whatever is offered. I had a good position at the Penn School, and I assure you that I can return there at will. Good day.”

Sht rose to her feet. So did all the men except the sheriff– but they weren't rising out of courtesy.

“Please.”

“Sit down.”

“Let's talk about this.”

“Don't be hasty.”

It was Dr. Physicker, the perfect conciliator, who took the floor now, after giving the sheriff a steady look to quell him. The sheriff, however, did not seem particularly quelled.

“Miss Larner, our decision on the private house was not an irrevocable one. But please consider the problems that worried us. First, we were concerned that the house would not be suitable. It's not really a house at all, but a mere room, made out of an abandoned springhouse–”

The old springhouse. “Is it heated?”

“Yes.”

“Has it windows? A door that can be secured? A bed and table and chair?”

“All of that, yes.”

“Has it a wooden floor?”

“A nice one.”

“Then I doubt that its former service as a springhouse will bother me. Had you any other objections?”

“We damn well do!” cried Sheriff Wiseman. Then, seeing the horrified looks around the room, he added, “Begging the lady's pardon for my rough language.”

“I am interested in hearing those objections,” said Miss Larner.

“A woman alone, in a solitary house in the woods! It ain't proper!”

“It is the word ain't which is not proper, Mr. Wiseman,” said Miss Lamer. “As to the propriety of my living in a house to myself, I assure you that I have done so for many years, and have managed to pass that entire time quite unmolested. Is there another house within hailing distance?”

“The roadhouse to one side and the smith's place to the other,” said Dr. Physicker.

“Then if I am under some duress or provocation, I can assure you that I will make myself heard, and I expect those who hear will come to my aid. Or are you afraid, Mr. Wiseman, that I may enter into some improper activity voluntarily?”

Of course that was exactly what he was thinking, and his reddening face showed it.

“I believe you have adequate references concerning my moral character,” said Miss Lamer. “But if you have any doubts on that score, it would be better for me to return to Philadelphia at once, for if at my age I cannot be trusted to live an upright life without supervision, how can you possibly trust me to supervise your young children?”

“It just ain't decent!” cried the sheriff. “Aren't.”

“Isn't.” She smiled benignly at Pauley Wiseman. “It has been my experience, Mr. Wiseman, that when a person assumes that others are eager to commit indecent acts whenever given the opportunity, he is merely confessing his own private struggle.”

Pauley Wiseman didn't understand that she had just accused him, not until several of the lawyers started in laughing behind their hands.

“As I see it, gentlemen of the school board, you have only two alternatives. First, you can pay my boat passage back to Dekane and my overland passage to Philadelphia, plus the salary for the month that I will have expended in traveling.”

“If you don't teach, you get no salary,” said the sheriff.

“You speak hastily, Mr. Wiseman,” saidMiss Larner. “I believe the lawyers present will inform you that the school board's letters constitute a contract, of which you are in breach, and that I would therefore be entitled to collect, not just a month's salary, but the entire year's.”

“Well, that's not certain, Miss Larner,” began one of the lawyers.

“Hio is one of the United States now, sir,” she answered, “and there is ample precedent in other state courts, precedent which is binding until and unless the government of Hio makes specific legislation to the contrary.”

“Is she a schoolteacher or a lawyer?” asked another lawyer, and they all laughed.

“Your second alternative is to allow me to inspect this– this springhouse– and determine whether I find it acceptable, and if I do, to allow me to live there. If you ever find me engaging in morally reprehensible behavior, it is within the terms of our contract that you may discharge me forthwith.”

“We can put you in jail, that's what we can do,” said Wiseman.

“Why, Mr. Wiseman, aren't we getting ahead of ourselves, talking of jail when I have yet to select which morally hideous act I shall perform?”

“Shut up, Pauley,” said one of the lawyers.

“Which alternative do you choose, gentlemen?” she asked.

Dr. Physicker was not about to let Pauley Wiseman have at the more weak-willed members of the board. He'd see to it there was no further debate. “We don't need to retire to consider this, do we, gentlemen? We may not be Quakers here in Hatrack River, so we aren't used to thinking of ladies as wanting to live by themselves and engage in business and preach and what not, but we're open-minded and willing to learn new ways. We want your services, and we'll keep to the contract. All in favor!”

“Aye.”

“Opposed? The ayes have it.”

“Nay,” said Wiseman.

“The voting's over, Pauley.”

“You called it too damn fast!”

“Your negative vote has been recorded, Pauley.”

Miss Larner smiled coldly. “You may be sure I won't forget it, Sheriff Wiseman.”

Dr. Physicker tapped the table with his gavel. “This meeting is adjourned until next Tuesday afternoon at three. And now, Miss Larner, I'd be delighted to escort you to the Guesters' springhouse, if this is a convenient hour. Not knowing when you would arrive, they have given me the key and asked me to open the cottage for you; they'll greet you later.”

Miss Larner was aware, as they all were, that it was odd, to say the least, for the landlord not to greet his guest in person.

“You see, Miss Larner, it wasn't certain whether you'd accept the cottage. They wanted you to make your decision when you saw, the place– and not in their presence, lest you feel embarrassed to decline it.”