Mail Order Brides Collection Boxed Set: Felicity, Frank, Verity and Jessica, Books 3-6 (Montana Mail Order Brides Series) by Rose Jenster

Author:Rose Jenster [Jenster, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-07-22T04:00:00+00:00

Mail Order Bride Verity

Montana Mail Order Bride Series, Book 5

Chapter 1

Syracuse, New York

Verity Kemp smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from her perfectly pressed collar and eyed her reflection critically. It was not out of vanity, although Verity was quite pretty, but out of a natural care that she took with everything. Not a single strand of her dark hair was out of place. It was drawn back smoothly into a tidy bun.

Despite the plainness of her dress—a pale gray dress with only the addition of a white lace collar to ornament its simplicity—she looked attractive. There was a bloom to the curve of her cheek and her blue eyes were alert and missed nothing. Still, she looked at herself almost sharply in the mirror. She had, after all, been summoned by the headmistress of Vaughn Academy and wanted to be above reproach in every particular.

Verity had been teaching literature at Vaughn, an elite boarding school designed to turn the daughters of prosperous families into fine young ladies with impeccable manners, accomplished young ladies perfectly suited to making a good marriage. Under her instruction, the students developed an understanding of the principal poets, playwrights and novelists, without being exposed to any troubling or radical ideas. Verity had decided opinions on any sort of ‘modern’ or ‘political’ writing, feeling that the classics were always best for a young lady. So it was with this modest, even prim attitude that Verity rapped on the headmistress’ office door.

“Miss Kemp, do come in.” Miss Debenham invited her to enter.

Verity stepped forward, closing the door behind her softly. She stood with hands folded before her until Miss Debenham took her seat and nodded to a chair for Verity. Once she was seated, she waited silently to be told the purpose of this interview. She had learned enough in her years of teaching at Vaughn to know that Miss Debenham disliked being hurried or questioned.

“You have been an instructress here for how long, Miss Kemp?” Miss Debenham inquired.

“Four years in the spring term, ma’am.”

“In those four years you have been responsible for all instruction in English literature as well as French literature in translation. Is that correct?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Verity said, feeling a flutter in her pulse. She paused. growing concerned that there might be some problem with her teaching.

“You have done a perfectly adequate job in that post.”

Verity felt only slight relief at this statement. There was a sense of dread about what would follow.

“However, you will be reassigned for the coming term. You will now instruct our first and second year students in basic composition and orthography.”

Verity barely kept from gasping in dismay. She was suddenly, terribly unhappy. As much as Verity Kemp loved literature, loved the romance of reading old, important books, she despised the mechanics of writing as well as the tedious composition and correction of paragraphs and essays. It was as if she had been gliding along a lovely crystal lake in a comfortable boat, only to have her companion tilt the vessel so sharply that she was plunged into the slimy, fishy depths of it.

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