"Alice, dear, why do you speak to Kathleen like that?" said her mother. "What is the matter with you?—Kathleen, do keep your temper.—Alice, I am sorry something has annoyed you so much."
"It is past speaking about, mother. You will understand all too soon.—Kathleen, it is time for us to be going."
"I am not going," said Kathleen, "so there!"
"Kathleen, you are."
"No."
"Come, Kathleen; come."
"You needn't fuss about me; I am not coming."
"Kathleen, dear, I think you ought to go. Go for my sake," said Mrs. Tennant.
Kathleen looked up then, saw the anxiety in Mrs. Tennant's face, and her heart relented. She was in reality not at all afraid of what might be going to happen at school. If there was to be a fray, she desired nothing better than to be in the midst of it.
"All right," she said, "I will go; but I won't go yet. I am going to be late this morning. I can see by your manner, Alice, that I have got into disgrace. Now, I can't think what disgrace I have got into, unless some horrid girls have been prying and telling tales out of school. That sort of thing I should think even the Great Shirley girls would not attempt. Unless some one has been mean enough to act in that way, there is nothing in the world to prevent my going to school, and taking my accustomed place, and