“They are lonely,” I replied.
“And yet you go to school; you have heaps of companions.”
“But no friends,” I replied.
“I wonder if Hermione Aldyce will suit you?” was her next remark.
“Hermione Aldyce! What a queer name! And who is she?”
“You will see her to-morrow. She is different from you, but there is no reason why you should not be friends. She is much the same age.”
“Is she coming here to-morrow?”
“No; you are going to her. Her father and mother have invited us both to dine with them.”
“Oh!” I said.
I looked down at my length of leg and at my ugly feet, and felt a little shiver going through my frame. Miss Donnithorne laid her hand on my arm.