in Kathleen which caused her to be more subservient than was necessary.

"Then, if you please," continued Kathleen, "can you tell me where that
sweetly pretty girl, Ruth Craven, lives?"

"She isn't a lady," said the girl, whose name was Susan Hopkins. "She is
no more a lady than I am."

"Indeed she is," said Kathleen. "She is a great deal more of a lady than
you are."

The girl flushed.

"You are a Great Shirley girl yourself," she said. "I saw you there
to-day. You are in an awfully low class. Do you like sitting with the
little kids? I saw you towering up in the middle of them like a
mountain."

Kathleen's eyes flashed.

"What is your name?" she asked.

"Susan Hopkins. I used to be a Board School girl, but now I am on the
foundation at Great Shirley. It is a big rise for me. Are you a poor
girl? Are you on the foundation?"

"I don't know what it means by being on the foundation, but I don't
think I am poor. I think, on the contrary, that I am very rich. Did you
ever hear of a girl who lived in a castle--a great beautiful castle--on
the top of a high hill? If you ever did, I am that girl."