Mrs. Hibbins led Rosie indoors as the rest of the girls followed. The schoolroom was really a spare room in her house, furnished with several long, polished and gleaming wooden tables with chairs for the girls to sit in.
Mrs. Hibbins started in on lessons almost immediately. Their first was Deportment, which Rosie found out meant having good manners. It was surprisingly hard; curtsying flummoxed Rosie. When they had finished with that, they worked on sums for a little and reading Improving Literature a little, both of which were easy. Then there was Dancing.
Rosie knew the moment she heard the word that she was in for embarassment. And sure enough, the moment Mrs. Hibbins started to explain the steps to her, her mind went around in circles, trying to figure out what she wanted of her. And when the music started—
Frankly, it was a disaster. When they were sent out to eat lunch, she heaved a sigh of relief.