"She isn't a lady," said the girl, whose name was Susan Hopkins. "She is no more a lady than I am."
"Indeed she is," said Kathleen. "She is a great deal more of a lady than you are."
The girl flushed.
"You are a Great Shirley girl yourself," she said. "I
saw you there to-day. You are in an awfully low class. Do you like sitting with the little kids? I saw you towering up in the middle of them like a mountain."
Kathleen's eyes flashed.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"Susan Hopkins. I used to be a Board School girl, but now I am on the foundation at Great Shirley. It is a big rise for me. Are you a poor girl? Are you on the foundation?"
"I don't know what it means by being on the foundation, but I don't think I am poor. I think, on the contrary, that I am very rich. Did you ever hear of a girl who lived in a castle—a great beautiful castle—on the top of a high hill? If you ever did, I am that girl."
"Oh, my!" said Susy Hopkins. "That does sound romantic."