She has seemed so miserable and unhappy, since all this happened.

The poor child has nearly made herself ill worrying about it." Across the hall Eugenia had thrown herself down on her bed, and was staring out of the windows.

She saw nothing of the summer skies outside, or any of all that outdoor brightness.

Her gaze was turned inward on herself.
"I wish I could begin at the beginning and do it all over,--all my life!" she thought.

"Somehow I've always thought it rather smart to say and do exactly as I pleased; to be the ringleader in all the mischief and make the teachers dread me, and have the girls afraid of me.