Reading the putative new teacher’s curriculum vita, and observing him surreptitiously from the periphery of her vision, Miss Nugent felt a twinge of depression. Really, he seemed to be totally unfitted for the rigours of life as a teacher in the orphanage, but she sighed and laid her reading glasses aside. But it was a case of any port in a storm now: now that her last teacher, Mr Baxter, had married and gone to live in Yorkshire somewhere. “ Or was it Northumberland? ” she wondered. Wherever it... Sign in to see full entry.