Mrs. Kennedy looked very grave.
"I think the rules of the contest would give it to you, Genevieve," she said.
The girl stirred restlessly.
"Of course I'm awfully sorry. She—she was going to hand it in Monday."
"Oh, that is too bad!"
There was a long silence.
"I suppose I—I'll have to tell her," murmured Genevieve, at last. "The club have a ride to-morrow. There'll be time—then."
"Yes—if you decide to do it."
Genevieve turned quickly.
"But, Aunt Julia, I'll have to," she cried. "Just think of all my work! Mine's all done but copying, you know. And I was the first to get it. There's no time to get another now."