When Nell and Fiona showed up at seven o'clock the next Saturday morning, 
they were astonished to find Miss Matheson waiting for them at the front of the 
classroom, sitting in her wood-and-wicker wheelchair, wrapped up in a 
thermogenic comforter. The stacks of books, paper, and fountain pens were not 
there, and their names had been removed from the plaque at the front of the 
room. "It's a lovely spring day," Miss Matheson said. "Let's gather some 
foxgloves."