Domestic service she shrank from except as a last resort. And
down near the bottom of the column she happened on an inquiry for a
school-teacher, female preferred, in an out-of-the-way district in the
interior of the province.
"Now, that--" Hazel thought.
She had a second-class certificate tucked away among her belongings.
Originally it had been her intention to teach, and she had done so one
term in a backwoods school when she was eighteen. With the ending of
the term she had returned to Granville, studied that winter, and got
her second certificate; but at the same time she had taken a
business-college course, and the following June found her clacking a
typewriter at nine dollars a week. And her teacher's diploma had
remained in the bottom of her trunk ever since.
"I could teach, I suppose, by rubbing up a little on one or two
subjects as I went along," she reflected. "I wonder now--"
What she wondered was how much salary she could expect, and she took up
the paper again, and looked carefully for other advertisements calling
for teachers. In the _World_ and in a Winnipeg paper she found one or
two vacancies to fill out the fall term, and gathered that Western
schools paid from fifty to sixty dollars a month for "schoolma'ams"
with certificates such as she held.
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