"I don't feel disposed to apologise, and I am
tired of my position here. I must give it up."
Dr. Tootle was annoyed. It would not be easy to get another teacher
of the kind at so cheap a rate.
"Come, you don't mean this," he said. "You are out of temper for the
moment. Perhaps the apology could be dispensed with; I think I may
promise that it can be. The lad will be no worse for his little
correction. Possibly we can come to some more satisfactory
arrangements for the future--"
"No," interposed Waymark; "I have quite made up my mind. I mean to
give up teaching altogether; it doesn't suit me. Of course I am
willing to come as usual the next two days."
"You are aware that this notice should have been given me at the
beginning of the quarter?" hinted the principal.
"Oh yes. Of course you will legally owe me nothing. I am prepared
for that."
"Well, I shall have to consider it. But I still think that you--"
"As far as I am concerned, the matter is decided. I go at Easter."
"Very well. I think you are blind to your own interest, but of
course you do as you please. If Mrs. Tootle should press me to take
out a summons against you for assault, of course I--"
"Good morning, Dr.
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