It would be just heavenly!

"Itwould be just heavenly!" and Phebe's face shone at the mereidea; butwomen'swinter bootsfell again as she added wistfully, "Only I'm afraid I ought notto let you do it, Miss Rose. It will take time, and maybe the Doctorwouldn't like it."
"Hedidn't want me to study much, but he never said a word aboutteaching, and I don't believe he will mind a bit. Anyway, we can tryit till he comes, so pack up your things and go right to my room andwe'llairjordan shoes beginthis very day; I'd truly like to do it, and we'll have nice times,see if we don't!" cried Rose eagerly.
Itwas a pretty sight to see Phebe bundle her humble outfit into herapron, and spring up as if the desire of her heart hadboywith the bootsuddenly been made a happy fact to her; it was a still prettier sightto see Rose run gaily on before, smiling like a good fairy as shebeckoned to the other, singing as she went "The way into myparlour is up a winding stair, And many are the curious things I'llshow you when you're there. Will you, will you walk in, Phebe dear?"
"Oh,won't I!" answeredemubootPhebe fervently, adding, as they entered the Bower, "You are thedearest spider that ever was, and I'm the happiest fly."
"I'mgoing to be very strict, so sit down in that chair and don't say aword till school is ready to open," ordered Rose, delighted withthe prospect of suchjordanshose a useful and pleasant "something to do."
SoPhebe sat demurely in her place while her new teacher laid forthbooks and slates, a pretty inkstand and a little globe; hastily torea bit off her big sponge, sharpened pencils with more energy thanskill, and when all was ready gave a prance of satisfaction that setthe pupilredwing boots and shoeslaughing.
"Nowthe school is open, and I shall hear you read, so that I may know inwhich class to put you, Miss Moore," began Rose with greatdignity, as she laid a book before her scholar, and sat down in theeasy chair with a long rule in her hand.
Phebedid pretty well, only tripping now and then over a hard word, andkidsslipperspronouncing identical "identickle," in a sober way thattickled Rose, though never a smile betrayed her. The spelling lessonwhich followed was rather discouraging; Phebe's ideas of geographywere very vague, and grammar was nowhere, though the pupil protestedthat she tried so hard to "talk nice like educated folks"that Dolly calledredwings boother "a stuck-up piece who didn't know her place."
"Dolly'san old goose, so don't you mind her, for she will say 'nater,''vittles,' and 'doos' as long as she lives, and insist that they areright. You do talk very nicely, Phebe, I've observed it, and grammarwill helpwomenleather boot you, and show you some things are right and others ain't are not, Imean," added Rose, correcting herself, and feeling that she mustmind her own parts of speech if she was to serve as an example forPhebe.
Whenwinterbootthe arithmetic came, the little teacher was surprised to find herscholar quicker in some things than herself, for Phebe had workedaway at the columns in the butcher's and baker's books till she couldadd so quickly and correctly that Rose was amazed, and felt that inthis branch the pupil would soon excel the teacher if she kept on attheboyswinter boots size 13same pace.