"I wouldn't care to go to any other school," she said, "and I love to
take the train every morning. I'd stay at home some days if I was near
school and walked, but I like to ride on the trains so I never miss
a day.

"Guess what I did just now," she said, laughing as if to imply that
what she had done was an absolutely clever joke.

"What did you do?" Polly asked, not because she really cared, but
rather from curiosity as to what especially abominable thing it had
pleased Gwen to do.

Gwen never waited to be urged.

Seating herself on the piazza, railing, she swung her legs as she
recounted the morning's happenings, making the list as long as possible.

"Just before I came over here I went into the room upstairs that mamma
calls the 'Picture Gallery,' and I looked around for a while just to
see which I liked the best.

"It seemed to me that the one that was on the first line, was looking
right at me, and I _almost_ thought the pink feathers on her hat bobbed
just a little.

"The longer I looked at her the more it seemed to me that she really
was looking at me, and _once_ I thought she smiled. I had a lovely new
knife that my cousin Jack had given me. I went close to the picture,
and more than ever it seemed as if she smiled at me, and I thought if