"Wasn't it like Aunt Susan?" she said.
"Just," exclaimed the mother; "the stingiest old cat in existence."
"And wasn't it nice of Kitty, and didn't she do it well?" said Florence. "Oh, she is a splendid girl, and I ought not to hate her."
"But you do hate her?"
"I am afraid I do sometimes."
"And I'm not a bit surprised, dear, coming between you and this great chance. But, oh, Florry, you must win, it is all-important; I'll tell you why to-morrow. There is a letter from your Aunt Susan which will take some of the pleasure out of this little visit, but it makes the Scholarship absolutely essential. I'll tell you all about it to-morrow."
CHAPTER X.
AUNT SUSAN.
Florence slept soundly that night, and awoke the next morning in the highest of spirits and the best of health.