Chapter 12: XI

XI The Flowering of the Fleece “Zora,” observed Miss Smith, “it’s a great blessing not to need spectacles, isn’t it?” Zora thought that it was; but she was wondering just what spectacles had to do with the complaint she had brought to the office from Miss Taylor. “I’m always losing my glasses and they get dirty and—Oh, dear! now where is that paper?” Zora pointed silently to the complaint. “No, not that—another paper. It must be in my room. Don’t you want to come up and help…