"Examination for County Scholarships." A mistress stood there, and scrutinized each girl's card as she entered, directing her to a seat in the room marked with the corresponding number.

Winona walked rather solemnly to the desk labeled 10.

The great ordeal was at last about to begin.

She wondered what would be the end of it.

Little thrills of nervousness seemed running down her back like drops from a shower-bath.
Her hands were trembling.