"I daresay we should feel pretty much as she does, Thistle, if we were in her place," was Monica's reply; "she can't enjoy herself much."
"Quite as much as she deserves," said Amethyst, with decision; "horrid cheat!"
"Oh, Thistle!" Monica's tone was reproachful.
"Well, I ought not to have said that, I know," said Amethyst penitently, "but I don't like her; do you, Monica?"
"I am afraid I can't say I really like her," Monica confessed honestly; "but still she may be sorry inside, you know, and, perhaps, if we had been kinder to her at first, she would have been nicer to us now. I mean she would feel that we did not think the very worst of her," added Monica, a trifle lamely. She knew what she meant herself, but had difficulty in expressing it.
"I am afraid the worst is about right," was Amethyst's sententious answer, as they parted. And Monica could not help wondering just what the girls, as a whole, would say, if Lily should reappear at the High School again.
CHAPTER XXI.
"I GUESS I'LL JUST WATCH YOU A BIT."
"Monica!"
"Yes, grannie?"