"It must be forged for you, Gwen. You are wholly unfit to enter. What good have you ever done to deserve it?"
"Why, mother, everyone knows I'm an awfully good sort."
"No one in here knows it. That is no qualification."
"And I always dressed in good taste."
"Nor is that."
"And I was splendid at lawn tennis."
Her mother shook her head.
"Look here, little mummy. I won a brooch at the archery match."
"That will not do, Gwendoline. What good have you ever done to anyone else beside yourself?"
The girl considered a minute, then laughed, and said: "I put into a raffle at a bazaar—no, it was a bran-pie for an orphanage—and I drew out a pair of braces. I had rare fun over those braces, I sold them to Captain Fitzakerly for half a crown, and that I gave to the charity."