Miriam, herself, felt the snub at once.

Had she, after all, made a mistake, and was she losing ground in the class?
But her vanity was like a life buoy to her sinking hopes.

She refused to see that the other girls regarded her with growing dislike.
When school was over, that afternoon, six girls strolled down the High School walk arm in arm.

They were Grace and her three chums and two other girls who were popular in the freshman class.
Anne's small figure seemed almost dwarfed next to Grace, who towered half a foot above her.

Ever since Anne's trying scene with her father, Grace had been doubly tender and kind to her, until the young girl seemed to expand under the happy influence.
"Well, girlies, dear, we are the chosen six.