I'm as old as you." "Perhaps," said the Terror doubtfully.

"But you are a girl; there's no getting over it; and it does make a difference." Erebus turned and scowled at him as he moved toward the door; and she scowled at the door after he had gone through it and shut it firmly behind him.

She hated to be reminded that she was a girl.

The reminder rankled at intervals during her lessons; and twice Mrs.
Dangerfield asked her what was distressing her that she scowled so fiercely.
At noon her lessons came to an end; and in less than three minutes she was ready to go skating.

She set out briskly across the common, and found Wiggins waiting for her at his father's garden-gate.