ashamed of you.'

'So you are going to turn against me, Alice; but that's your way. I
shan't stay here.'

The retreating figure of the young girl stood out in beautiful
distinctness in the pale light; behind her the soft evening swept the
sea, effacing with azure the brown sails of the fishing-boats; in front
of her the dresses of the girls flitted white through the sombre green
of the garden.

'I am sorry,' said Cecilia, 'you spoke to her. She is put out because
she didn't get a prize, and Sister Agnes told her that she nearly spoilt
the play by the stupid way she played the Princess.'

'She will find that that temper of hers will stand in her way if she
doesn't learn to control it,' Violet said; 'but, now she is gone, tell
me, Alice, how do you think she played her part? As far as I can judge
she didn't seem to put any life into it. You meant the Princess to be a
sharp, cunning woman of the world, didn't you?'

'No, not exactly; but I agree with you that Olive didn't put life into
it.'

'Well, anyhow, the play was a great success, and you got, dear Alice,
the handsomest prize that has ever been given in the school.'

'And how do you think I did the King? Did I make him look like a man? I
tried to walk just as Fred Scully does when he goes down to the
stables.'