Harriet had copied a sum in class from Ida's slate--she was always copying from somebody--and the teacher, who had somehow detected her, asked Ida plainly whether such was not the case.

Ida made no reply, would not speak, which of course was taken as confirmatory evidence, and the culprit had accordingly received an imposition.

Her spleen, thus aroused, Harriet vented upon the other girl, who, she maintained, ought to have stoutly denied the possibility of the alleged deceit, and so have saved her.

She gave poor Ida no rest, and her persecution had culminated this afternoon; she began to "call Ida's mother names," the result of which was that the assailed one suddenly snatched up her slate, and, in an uncontrollable fit of passion, struck her tormentor a blow with it upon the forehead.
"What did she call Ida's mother ?" inquired Miss Rutherford, all at once changing her look curiously.
"She called her a bad woman." "Was that all ?" "No, please, Miss Rutherford," put in Maud eagerly.

"She said she got her living in the streets.