midday
Not all a Saint . Yet the children of those women who most were swayed by her influence in youth are taught to hold her Saint as well as Martyr . And there is One Who knows . It was not until recess after the midday dinner that Greta Du Taine could exhibit her love-letter . She was a Transvaal Dutch girl with old French blood in her , a vivacious , sparkling Gallic champagne mingling with the Dopper in her dainty blue veins . Nothing could be prettier than Greta in a good temper , unless it might be Greta in a rage . She was in a good temper now , as , tossing back her superb golden hair plait , as thick as a child 's arm , and nearly four feet long , she drew a smeary envelope from the front of her black alpaca school-dress , and , delicately withdrawing the epistle enclosed , yielded the envelope for the inspection of the Red Class .