David promptly forgot Elizabeth again, for though she waited
still a little longer for him and his apology, no David appeared,
he and Blair being occupied in wrangling over their race. She
went home in a slowly gathering passion. _David had forgotten
her!_ "He likes Blair better than me; he'd rather race with
another boy than go out in a boat with me; and I said I'd pay for
it--and I've only got one dollar in the whole world!" At that
stab of self-pity a tear ran down the side of her nose (and she
was still a whole block away from home!); when it reached her
lip, she was obliged to put her tongue out furtively and lick it
away. But repression made the outbreak, when it came, doubly
furious. She burst in upon Miss White, her dry eyes blazing with
rage.

"He made me wait; he didn't come; I hate him. I'll never speak to
him again. He hurt my feelings. He is a beast."

"Elizabeth! You mustn't use such unladylike words! When I was a
young lady I never even heard such words. Oh, my lamb, if you
don't control your temper, something dreadful will happen to you
some day!"

"I hope something dreadful will happen to him some day," said
Elizabeth. And with that came the tears--a torrential rain,
through which the lightning played and the thunder crashed. Miss
White in real terror, left her, to get some smelling-salts, and
the instant she was alone Elizabeth ran across the room and stood
before her mirror; then she took a pair of scissors in her
shaking hand and hacked off lock after lock, strand after strand,
of her shining hair. When it was done, she looked at the russet