CHAPTER VI.
Quits Ulyth, brushing her hair before the looking-glass one morning, hummed cheerily.
"You seem in spirits," commented Rona, from the washstand.

"It's more than I am.

Miss Lodge was a pig yesterday.

She said my dictation was a disgrace to the school, and I'd got to stop in during the interval this morning and write out all the wrong words a dozen times each.

It's too sickening! I'd no luck yesterday.