"I haven't looked at my French for to-morrow, either," she confessed, "and I've been saying 'not prepared' for the last two recitations.

Ruth and I have planned a systematic study campaign during vacation, so you see the ill wind will blow some little good," she concluded wistfully.
Grace smiled very tenderly at the little, golden-haired girl who was bearing her cross bravely, almost gayly.

"Good-night, little Daffydowndilly," she said impulsively, bending to kiss Arline's rosy cheek.

"I think you can teach all of us a lesson in real unselfishness.".