It was a trifle embarrassing to face so many strangers, but it was something to have won a scholarship.

She wondered who was the other fortunate candidate.
"I expect it will be that red-haired girl with the spectacles," she thought.

"I believe she answered every question, though she was rather quiet about it." She looked round, but could not see the ruddy locks, nor indeed any of the companions who had taken the examination with her.
"Hunting for some one you know ?" asked a girl who had appropriated the next hook to hers.
"Yes, at least I'm not sure whether she'll be here or not.

I believe her name's Marjorie Kaye." "Never heard of her!" "There are heaps of new girls," volunteered another who stood by.
"I wondered if she'd won a County Scholarship," added Winona.
"Ask me a harder! I tell you I've never heard her name before." "I've won the other scholarship." Winona's voice was intended to sound very casual.
"Indeed!" Her neighbor was taking off her boots, and did not seem as much impressed as the occasion merited.
"Oh! so you're one of the 'outlanders,'" sniggered another.

"It's a sort of 'go into the highways and hedges and compel them to come in' business." "I suppose we shall be having Council School Scholarships next!" drawled a third.
They were friends, and went off together without another glance at Winona.