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afternoon. I never thought a pupil of this establishment could be
guilty of such unlady-like language as fell from your lips, and it grieves
me to know that I have in my school a young girl capable of cherishing
the evil spirit of animosity against a fellow-creature. What have you to
say in defence of your conduct? Can you vindicate it in any way, or
shall I take your silence as full confession of your guilt?"
Winnie pressed her lips tightly together, but did not speak. "I need not
attempt to clear myself," she mentally decided. "Ada will have
coloured our quarrel to suit herself, and being Mrs. Elder's favourite,
her word will be relied on before mine; that has been the case before,
and will be so again."
The lady-principal, however, mistook the continued silence for
conscious guilt.
"Then I demand that an ample apology be made to Miss Irvine now, in
my presence," she said once more in frigid tones. "Come, Miss Blake;
my time is too precious to be trifled with."
Winnie's eyes sparkled, and raising her small head defiantly, she
replied, "I decline to apologize, Mrs. Elder. I only spoke as I thought,
and am quite prepared to say the same again if occasion offers. Miss
Irvine knows my words, if distasteful, were but too true."
The lady-principal gasped. "Miss Blake," she cried at length, horrified
at the bold assertion, and endeavouring to quail her audacious pupil
with one stern, withering glance, "this is dreadful!" But the angry child
only pouted, and repeated doggedly, "It is quite true."
Then Mrs. Elder rose, and laying her hand firmly on Winnie's shoulder,
said quietly, but with an awful meaning underlying her words,
"Apologize at once, Miss Blake, or I shall resort to stronger measures,
and also complain to your parents"--a threat which terrified the
unwilling girl into submission.

Going forward with flushed cheeks and mutinous mouth, she stood
before the triumphant Ada, and said sullenly, "Please accept my
apology for unlady-like language, Miss Irvine. I am sorry I should have
degraded myself and spoken as I did, but" (and here a mischievous
light swept the gloomy cloud from the piquant face and lit it up with an
elfish smile) "you provoked me, and I am very outspoken."
Ada coloured with anger and vexation; and in spite of her displeasure,
Mrs. Elder found it difficult to repress a smile.
"That will do," she pronounced coldly; "such an apology is only adding
insult to injury. You will kindly write out twenty times four pages of
French vocabulary, and also remain at the foot of all your classes
during the next fortnight. Go! I am greatly displeased with you, Miss
Blake;" and as the lady-principal waved her hand in token of dismissal,
she frowned angrily, and looked both mortified and indignant.
Winnie required no second bidding. She drew her slight figure up to its
full height, made her exit with all the dignity of an offended queen,
entered the now deserted dressing-room, and seizing her books, hurried
from the school, and was soon running rapidly down the busy street.
"Hallo, Win! what's the row? One would think you had stolen the
giant's seven-league boots," cried a voice from behind. "Did ever I see
a girl dashing along at such a rate!" And turning round, Winnie saw
before her a tall, strapping boy, whose honest, freckled face, illumined
by a broad, friendly grin, shone brightly on her from under a shock of
fiery red hair.
"I'll bet I know without your telling me," he continued, coming to her
side and removing his heavy load of books from one shoulder to the
other. "Been quarrelling with the lovely Ada, eh?" and he glanced
kindly at the little figure by his side.
Winnie laughed slightly. "You're about right, Dick," she replied. "There
has been a cat-and-dog fight; only this time the cat's velvety paws
scratched the poor little dog and wounded it sorely."

"Ah! you went at it tooth and nail, I suppose," Dick said
philosophically; "pity you girls can't indulge in a regular stand-up
fight." And the wild boy began to brandish his arms about as if he
would thoroughly enjoy commencing there and then.
The quick flush of temper was over now, and the girl's eyes gleamed
mischievously as she replied, "I've a weapon of my own, Dick, fully as
powerful as yours. I'll use my tongue;" and the audacious little minx
smiled saucily into her brother's honest face.
A hearty roar greeted her words, and Dick almost choked before he
managed to say, "Go it, Win; I'll back you up. Commend me to a
woman's tongue!" And the boy, unable to control his risible faculties,
burst into a hearty laugh, which died away in a chuckle of genuine
merriment.
Richard Blake, or Dick