The sixth lay in a valiant determination to behave herself the rest of this particular day.

She would study hard.

She would get to the head of the class.

She wouldn't put a single pin in the girls' chairs, nor tickle anybody, nor make up funny faces, nor whisper, nor make one of the girls laugh, not one, not even that silly Delia Guest, who laughed at nothing,--why, you couldn't so much as make a doll out of your handkerchief and gloves, and hang it on your pen-handle, but what she had to go into a spasm over it.
No, she wouldn't do a single funny thing all day.

She would just sit still and look sober and sorry, and not trouble Miss Melville in the least.