At one time her cheeks would be hot, and soon after the color would leave them.
She had worked very, very hard to win the prize.
Oh, whose was it to be?
She clasped, and unclasped her nervous hands.
And when at last the teacher went to the board just back of her desk and wrote:
"Sprite Seaford, Prize winner," Sprite leaned back in her seat, pale, and almost breathless. For a moment not a sound broke the silence.
Sprite stared at the written words as if half stunned with surprise.
"Three cheers for Sprite Seaford!" shouted Rob Lindsey, forgetting that he was in school, and the teacher laughed outright.
"Give them, every one of you," she cried, and they gave them with a will.
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