"Ah! you've no idea," said she, "what fine games at baseball we used to have at Fenelon! We used to tie up our skirts with string so as to run the better, for we were not allowed to wear rationals like I'm wearing now.

And there were shrieks, and rushes, and pushes, till our hair waved about and we were quite red with exercise and excitement.

Still that didn't prevent us from working in the class-rooms.

On the contrary! Directly we were at study we fought again, each striving to learn the most and reach the top of the class!" She laughed gaily as she thus recalled her school life, and Pierre glanced at her with candid admiration, so pink and healthy did she look under her little hat of black felt, which a long silver pin kept in position.

Her fine dark hair was caught up behind, showing her neck, which looked as fresh and delicate as a child's.