kissed Florence many times when she presented it to her.

Florence meant it as payment for the cherry-colored ribbons, but she
did not mean it as payment for what she had stolen out of Kitty's desk.
She knew that nothing could ever pay for that deed; but it comforted
her conscience just a little to present the bag to Kitty.

The Scholarship was to be competed for on the thirtieth of October, and
the girls reassembled at Cherry Court School about the fifteenth of
August.

Three weeks after the school had recommenced, some time therefore in
the first week in September, Mary Bateman, who had been bending for a
long time over her desk with her hands pressed to her temples and her
cheeks somewhat flushed, suddenly raised her eyes and encountered the
fixed stare of Kitty Sharston. Kitty had done her work and was leaning
back in her chair. Kitty's sweet pale face looked a little paler than
usual. She was expecting a letter from her father, and on the week
when the letter was to arrive she always looked a little paler and a
little more anxious than she did at other times.

"Have you finished your theme?" said Mary, abruptly.

"Yes," answered Kitty.

"You write so easily," pursued Mary, in a somewhat discontented voice;
"you never seem to have to think for words. Now, I am not at all good
at composition."

"I am not at all good at other things," replied Kitty, in a gentle
voice; "mathematics, for instance; and as to my arithmetic, it is
shameful. Father wants me to be able to keep accounts very well for
him. I shall do that when I go to India, but still I have no ability
for that sort of thing--none whatever."

"How much you must love your father," said Mary.

"Love him!" answered Kitty. Her color changed, a flush of red rose
into her cheeks, leaving them the next moment more pallid than ever.

"You don't look very strong," pursued Mary, who had a blunt downright
sort of manner; "I wonder if India will agree with you; I wonder if you
will really go to India."

"Why do you say that?" answered Kitty, impatiently, "when it is the one
dream, the one hope of my life. Of course I shall go to India. I
shall do that in any case," she added _sotto voce_.

"It is so strange all about this Scholarship," continued Mary, in an
uneasy voice, "that we three should long for it so earnestly, and yet
each feel that two others will be more or less injured if we win it."

"Don't let us talk of it," said Kitty. "I--I must g