"Miss Hartill, I have tried—I am trying."
Clare smiled quite pleasantly.
"I am quite sure of it. I tell you that I'm not blaming you. I blame myself. If I expected more of you than you could manage—no one but myself is to blame. I am sure you will do well in the Fourth."
Louise broke out passionately—
"It is because of the examination."
Clare held out her crown at arm's length, and eyed it between criticism and approval as she answered Louise.
"I think," said Clare smoothly, "we had better not discuss the examination."
Louise stood in the doorway, her mouth quivering.
Alwynne could stand the scene no longer. She jerked herself upright, and, going to the child, slipped her arm about her and pushed her gently from the room.
Clare was still admiring her crown, as Alwynne shut the door again. Alwynne must try it on. It would suit Alwynne.