Petroleum industry and trade -- Texas -- Fiction; Texas -- History -- 20th century -- Fiction
What the clerk said was true. Allie Briskow was indeed in training,
both physical and mental, and the application, the energy she displayed
had surprised not only her parents, who could but dimly understand the
necessity of self-culture, but also Mrs. Ring, the instructress. Mrs.
Ring, a handsome, middle-aged woman whose specialty was the finishing
of wealthy young "ladies," had been induced to accept this position
partly by reason of the attractive salary mentioned in Calvin Gray's
telegram, and partly by reason of the fact that she needed a rest. She
had met the Briskows in Dallas only a short time before their departure
for the north, and although that first interview had been a good deal
of a shock to her--almost as much of a shock as if she had been asked
to tutor the offspring of a pair of chimpanzees--nevertheless she had
nerved herself to the necessary sacrifice of dignity. After all,
Allegheny was only an overgrown child in need of advanced kindergarten
training, and in the meantime there was the prospect of a season at
Burlington Notch. The latter was, in itself, a prospect alluring to one
suffering from the wear and tear of a trying profession. After some
hesitation, Mrs. Ring had accepted the position, feeling sure that it
would rest her nerves.
But never had the good woman suffered such a disillusionment. Allie,
she soon discovered, was anything but a child, or rather she was an
amazing and contradictory combination of child and adult. What Mrs.
Ring had taken to be mental apathy, inherent dullness, was in reality
caution, diffidence, the shyness of some wild animal.
Nor was that the most bewildering of the teacher's surprises; Allie
possessed character and will power. For some time she had accepted Mrs.
Ring's tutorship without comment or question--Calvin Gray had
recommended it, therefore she obeyed blindly--but one day, after they
had become settled in the mountains, she came out with a forceful
declaration.
She knew full well her own shortcomings, so she declared, and she was
not content to learn a few things day by day. She demanded intensified
training; education under forced draught.
"They took green country boys durin' the war--"
"During the war. Don't drop your g's, my dear."
"--during the war, and learned 'em--"
"Taught them!"
"--taught them to be soldiers in six months. Well, I'm strong as a
horse, and I've got a brain, and I'm quick at pickin'--I mean I pick up
things quick--"
"You pick them up quickly. Quickly is an adverb; quick is an--"
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