rather as Mrs. Nipson's school than her own, she took no pains to
study character or mete out justice carefully among scholars with
whom she was not likely to have much to do.




CHAPTER VI. THE S. S. U. C.


It was Saturday afternoon; and Clover, having finished her practising,
dusting, and mending, had settle herself in No. 6 for a couple of hours
of quiet enjoyment. Every thing was in beautiful order to meet Miss
Jane's inspecting eye; and Clover, as she sat in the rocking chair,
writing-case in lap, looked extremely cosy and comfortable.

A half-finished letter to Elsie lay in the writing-case; but Clover
felt lazy, and instead of writing was looking out of window in a dreamy
way, to where Berry Searles and some other young men were playing
ball in the yard below. She was not thinking of them or of any thing
else in particular. A vague sense of pleasant idleness possessed her,
and it was like the breaking of a dream when the door opened and Katy
came in, not quietly after her wont, but with a certain haste and
indignant rustle as if vexed by something. When she saw Clover at
the window, she cried out hastily, "O Clover, don't'!"

"Don't what?" asked Clover, without turning her head.

"Don't sit there looking at those boys."