"What is the matter?" she said.
"I want to know your name," said Star in a polite voice. "I hope you won't think me very rude, but I should be greatly obliged to you if you would tell me your name."
"My name!" said the girl, with a slight laugh. "Well, I'm not ashamed of my name; it's Florence Dixie."
Star now came up to her side.
"Where do you live?" she asked. "I am so awfully obliged to you for telling me your name; but where do you live?"
"You must be a very ignorant girl," replied Florence, "not to know where I live and who I am. Father is the only lawyer in the place. His house is the big brown house that you see yonder at the top of the High Street. May I ask your name, Miss—Miss——"
"My name is Lestrange," said Stella. "I live at the Manor; I am one of the schoolgirls."
"Oh, of course, Miss Lestrange; I know you by appearance quite well. You often come to church. I was surprised to see you there this afternoon alone."
"Yes; I came out this afternoon alone. I am tired," said Star.
Quickly a thought flashed into Florence's brain; what a tremendous triumph it would be for her to bring this charming, aristocratic-looking young lady home to tea.