Oh, THAT'S broke off.

Yes," she added contemptuously, making a larger semicircle with her foot, "that's over--three weeks ago." "And Seth Davis--does HE intend returning too ?" "He!" She broke into a light girlish laugh.

"I reckon not much! S'long's I'm here, at least." She had just lifted herself to a sitting posture on the desk, so that her little feet swung clear of the floor in their saucy dance.

Suddenly she brought her heels together and alighted.

"So that's all ?" she asked.
"Yes." "Kin I go now ?" "Yes." She laid her books one on the top of the other and lingered an instant.
"Been quite well ?" she asked with indolent politeness.
"Yes--thank you." "You're lookin' right peart." She walked with a Southern girl's undulating languor to the door, opened it, then charged suddenly upon Octavia Dean, twirled her round in a wild waltz and bore her away; appearing a moment after on the playground demurely walking with her arm around her companion's waist in an ostentatious confidence at once lofty, exclusive, and exasperating to the smaller children.
When school was dismissed that afternoon and the master had remained to show Rupert Filgee how to prepare Uncle Ben's tasks, and had given his final instructions to his youthful vicegerent, that irascible Adonis unburdened himself querulously: "Is Cressy McKinstry comin' reg'lar, Mr.Ford ?" "She is," said the master dryly.