"Hy-ena,
Nobody meaner,"
shouted the boys and girls.
The prickly heat she knew began to course down Rowena's back, but she looked up and to the right and smiled a little as she walked on.
"Hush up," exclaimed one of the children as she drew nearer. "That isn't Rowena."
Rowena heard this and moved on, smiling at the children without a word. Then she entered the school house. As she passed among them they, too, were still, staring at her fair forehead and smiling lips.
Many times during the morning the other children glanced over at Rowena. What had happened to her?
Some of the rougher boys were unwilling to lose the fun of teasing the fiery-tempered little girl, and at recess time they tried it again. Whenever she could not get out of their way she looked up and to the right and was sure to see a lovely cloud or a bird, or a sunbeam—something to remind her of the boy who had told her it was easy to win in a fight like this if one only remembered the rules, and she seemed to the boys so different from their usual victim that they didn't get much satisfaction out of it.
There was a great deal of curiosity about the change in Rowena and one of the older girls at last spoke to her about it.