Lessons went on, and by and by Audrey and Evelyn’s first day at school came to an end. The governess-cart came to fetch them, and they drove off under the admiring gaze of several of their fellow-pupils.
“Well, Evelyn, and how did you like school?” said Audrey when the two were alone together.
“You could not expect me to like it very much,” replied Evelyn. “I was put into such a horrid low class. I am angry with Miss Thompson.”
“Miss Thompson! That nice, intelligent girl?”
“Not much of a girl about her!” said Evelyn. “Why, she is quite old.”
“Do you think so? She struck me as young, pretty, and very nice.”
“It is all very well for you, Audrey; you are so tame. I really believe you never think a bad thought of anybody.”
“I try not to, of course,” replied Audrey. “Do you imagine it is a fine trait in one’s character to think bad thoughts of people?”
“Mothery always said that if you did not dislike people, you were made of cotton-wool,” replied Evelyn.
“Then you really do dislike people?”