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Show 79 'foreigner.* 'How did a foreigner ever get a job teaching in Canaan High School?'" Karl was indignant. "That skinny, crabby old maid! Miss Croft's just jealous because she's wrinkled up like a walnut kernel, and Miss Petrov's... . " "Miss Petrov's what?" Kathleen asked. "Like you said. Peaches and creamy. So what did Mr. Barney answer?" "He said it was a disgrace, and what was Canaan School District coming to if they allowed people like Miss Petrov to teach, who hadn't even been born in America, and was probably an anarchist." "What's an anarchist?" Karl asked. "Beats me! Whatever it is, Mr. Barney made it sound nasty." Karl said, "Shoot, he makes everything sound nasty. Do you think the teachers will really give her trouble?" "Oh, they probably won't do anything mean to her, but it wouldn't surprize me if those old blue-noses snub her today when the teachers eat lunch together." Karl wished there were some way he could make it up to Miss Petrov if the teachers did snub her. "Say, Kathleen," he asked, "what would you think if I picked some of Mom's zinnias when we get home and took them to Miss Petrov after lunch?" "I think she'd be real tickled," Kathleen answered. Karl walked faster, mentally listing all the things he'd have to do while he was home for lunch: eat, use the talcum powder, |