careless, bad, bad girl. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You must
beg Anne to forgive you."

"I'll not forgive her, not if she asks me a thousand years," stormed
Anne.

"Anne, Anne," reproved Miss Morris. "What a bitter, revengeful spirit!
It makes me unhappy to hear you speak so."

"I don't care. I'm unhappy. I want everybody else to be unhappy," said
Anne, as she left the room, sobbing as if her heart would break.




CHAPTER XI


The long days dragged by and brought at last the Christmas holidays.
Mrs. Patterson was stronger. She was able to join the shopping
excursion, waiting in the carriage while Miss Drayton came in to get
Anne.

Miss Drayton exclaimed at sight of the pale little face.

"What is the matter with her, Mademoiselle Duroc?" she inquired
anxiously. "She has not been ill? Has she been studying too hard?"

"She studies," answered Mademoiselle; "but she thrived till the month
ago. There is a matter which I must beg leave to discuss with you and