Here, Dal, is a picture you once drew of our old teacher, Miss Hill." Dorothy, whom the girls nicknamed "Dal," gazed at the drawing with amaze and regret.
"She was a terror," continued Margaret.

"But Dal, you never had any reason to draw such a horrible picture of her.

You were her pet." "I wasn't," declared Dorothy.
"Maybe you never knew Miss Hill adored you, Dal," interposed Elinor.
"She was always holding you up as a paragon.

Not in your lessons--for you were a bonehead--but for deportment you were the class!" "Dal, you were too good for this earth _then_, let alone these days," said Margaret.
"Miss Hill," mused Elinor, gazing at the caricature.

"That's not a bad drawing.