mple admiration for Miss Euston; she
experienced a kind of veneration for her.

Had an angel from heaven entered the room instead of this lady,
Adele would not have been much more dazzled than she now was.

"Do you understand English?" inquired Miss Euston while helping her
pupil to warm her hands.

"Not much, ma'am."

"Then you shall soon learn, for I can see a pair of intelligent eyes
beaming under those chestnut curls."

Adele smiled. She felt a kind of bitter and sweet happiness. The
dreaded introduction was over, but now there were the little girls
to encounter. What kind of reception would _they_ give her?

"I am going to have two new dresses for you to try on presently,"
said Miss Euston; "now, come, let me show you your bed chamber."

Adele was delighted with her bedroom. How neat the little crib
looked. Miss Rader had told her that the people from town never had
white linen; they knew not how to wash, and, besides, the smoke
caused their once white linen to look grimy.

After having asked Adele if she was pleased with her room, and the
little child having answered: "Yes, ma'am, very much," Miss Euston
led her into the schoolroom where about twenty young girls were
assembled. They were being directed to their respective places by
Mdlle. Parmier.

Miss Euston told Adele that she would not do anything that day but
familiarize herself with her new surroundings.

She gave her a nice book full of beautiful pictures to look at. Then
she began to attend to a class of the bigger girls.

Adele felt her heart sink a little when Miss Euston left her, but
she managed to pluck up courage and was soon absorbed looking at the
beautiful pictures in her book. She timidly raised her eyes from
time to time and gazed upon the young group of girls who were near
her. Two of them she perceived were looking at her, and exchanging
glances, after which they tittered.

This made Adele's blood rush to her face. She knew they were
laughing at her and she felt uneasy. "I am as good as they are.
Just let them wait till I have my new dresses," she thought.

She made up her mind not to look at them and kept steadily looking
at her book. But the pictures had lost their charm. Her little soul
revolted against the treatment to which she was being subjected by
these two little girls.

When the time for recreation arrived, Miss Euston took Adele by the
hand and led her up to two other girls; one about Adele's age, the
other two ye