When she came into the schoolroom her face was red with running and excitement, her hair was rough, and her bonnet under her arm still, so oblivious was she to the things of this very every-day and commonplace world.
"Elizabeth Bruce, what is that you have under your arm," Miss Sharman inquired, as Betty walked to her place, which was somewhere in the second form.
Betty looked in surprise—and there was her bonnet. She had to walk out and hang it up, while the class, and even the babies tittered at her blunder.
But there in the cloak-room she found John Brown. He was in the act of hanging his hat upon his own particular peg—the highest one in the room.
"Oh!" said Betty, "here you are!"
"You're a nice one," said John Brown.
"What have I done?" asked the little girl eagerly.
But John Brown simply looked his scorn, and it made his face very ugly indeed.
"Oh, what have I done?" begged Betty. "Do tell me."
"Trust a girl to mull things up," said John.