What I wonder is, whether being a junior will go to my head and make me vainglorious or whether I shall wear the honor as a graceful crown," ended the stout girl with an affected smile, which changed immediately to a derisive grin.
"I should say, neither," responded Miriam slyly.

"I don't believe anything would ever go to your head.

You're too matter-of-fact, and as for your graceful crown, it would be over one ear within half an hour." Both girls laughed, then Elfreda, having found a spot on the wall that met with her approval, set the nail and began hammering.

"There!" she exclaimed with satisfaction.

"That is exactly where I want it.