CHAPTER IX

JIMMY It was all over. Jimmy was dead. And now there was nothing to do all day long. Eleuthera had not even the relief of work. Thinking she would be mated at the end of June, she had sent in her resignation, and when she decided to attend the September mating-ceremony instead, she could not, of course, go back to her teaching. Her mornings had previously been spent at school, naturally. In the afternoon she generally went to the municipal nursery-gardens to choose flowers for the morrow’s lessons. The nursery-gard…