“How did you do it, Kitty? I wish you’d tell us.”
“I’m not likely to,” replied Kitty.
“You might tell us, Kitty—you really might.”
“No,” answered Kitty.
“Well, you have done it, anyhow, and when father takes even a sort of fancy to a girl he’s always good to that girl as long as she lives, so you may be certain on that point; he’ll never let you really want.”
“But if I got the prize,” pursued Kitty, “I needn’t be beholden to any one. You don’t know how—how it hurts me somehow, for I may have a little bit of pride in me when all’s said and done.”
“I have never specially remarked it,” said Anne.
“Haven’t you, Anne? Well, I’m sorry, but I have pride, all the same.”
Anne made no response.
“How are you getting on with your essays?” was Kitty’s next remark.