"I wish you would tell me some of your troubles, Flo."
"How can I; you are my enemy."
"Nonsense, nonsense! how can you regard me in that light? You make me quite miserable when you talk as you do."
"And I meant to be amiable to-day," said poor Florence, "but somehow everything grates. It is Aunt Susan. Kitty, you cannot understand my position. I have to be civil and pleasant to one whom I—but there, don't talk of it."
"I don't quite understand; I wonder if you feel for your Aunt Susan as I feel for Helen Dartmoor."
"The lady you are to live with if you lose the Scholarship?"
"Yes," replied Kitty, sadly.
"You had better make up your mind to like her then, Kitty, for you will have to live with her."
"Why do you say that?"
"Only that I mean to get the Scholarship, and I think my will is stronger than yours."