“I'll get even with her; see 'f I don't,” he thought.
Indeed he could hardly wait to punish Arabella for her rudeness.
“May I leave the yard?” he asked at recess time, “I've thought of one place I'd like to hunt for my ball.”
He was off like a flash, and the girls returned to their game.
“It's your turn, Dorothy,” Nancy said, and Dorothy entered the ring.
“From this ring that has no end
You may choose a little friend,”
sang the merry voices, and Dorothy looked from one to another. She would have liked to choose Nancy, but she thought how few of the girls ever chose Arabella, and she held out her hand to the playmate who seldom was favored.
If Arabella was pleased she did not show it. She took her place in the ring, however, and looked at the merry faces that circled around her.
“You are next the favored guest,
Choose the friend you love the best.”
“Choose?” How could she choose? She never liked to do a pleasant thing for any one, and whomever she called into the ring would feel favored.