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Aylmer, restlessly, "no, no, darling." "I did, mother," said Florence, and now her lips trembled. "I did something very mean, and I did it to the girl who gave me those lovely cherry ribbons." "That spoilt chit Kitty Sharston you call her?" "Yes, that girl. I opened her desk and looked at an answer which she put to a certain question in English History which I did not know myself.
Kitty stood for a moment looking after her. As she did so Mary Bateman, the stolid-looking girl in the Upper school, came slowly up. "A penny for your thoughts, Kitty Sharston," she said. "They are not worth even that," said Kitty. "Where are you going, Mary?" "Into the cherry orchard; we are all to pick cherries for to-night's feast. By the way, will you be my partner in the minuet?
"That pretty, queer-looking half-wild girl whom I saw in church on Sunday?" "The same; she is the daughter of Major Sharston, a very estimable man." "Sharston, Sharston, I should think he is. Why, he is an old brother officer of mine; we served together in the time of the Crimea. Anything wrong with Sharston! What's up, my dear madam, what is up!" "Well, it's just this," said Mrs. Clavering.
I have seen Sir John, and I know that all his tendencies, all his feelings are in favor of Miss Sharston." "There is little doubt on that point," replied Florence; "if it were not for Kitty Sharston this Scholarship would never have been offered. I wish it never had been offered," she continued, with a burst of confidence which she could scarcely repress.
I cannot, of course, force your inclination, Maurice; but if by any chance you and Catherine Sharston should take a fancy to each other, it would be a union after my own heart." "Thank you," he answered. He rose immediately to his feet. "You are treating me with your customary liberality. You have always been most liberal, most generous. I am the son of a widow with very small means.
"Look, Miss Sharston," exclaimed Trevor; "you know Miss Aylmer. This is her story: have you read it?" "I have not," said Kitty; "how interesting! I did not know that the number of the Argonaut had come. Florence told me she was writing in it." She took up the number and turned the pages. "Oh!" she exclaimed once or twice. Trevor stood near. Bertha went and warmed herself by the fire.
"It was a great opportunity, and I struggled hard to win; but Sir John Wallis, although he offered the prize to the school, in reality wanted a girl called Kitty Sharston, who was the daughter of his old friend, to get it. "Kitty Sharston was supposed to be most likely to win the prize, and she did win it in the end; but let me tell you how.
She sat down at her desk, unlocked it, and took out her papers. She was just about to commence her study for the Scholarship study was all extra, and had to be done in odd hours and moments when, glancing up, she met the disturbed and questioning gaze of Kitty Sharston. "Look here," said Kitty, "we three are alone now; let us have a good talk, just once, if never again.
At last the Major and Florence reached the postern-gate which opened into the cherry orchard, and then Florence stood still and raised her voice and called, "Kitty! Kitty Sharston!" and there came an answering call, clear and high as a bird's, and the next instant Kitty, in her white summer dress, was seen emerging from under the cherry-trees.
Florence obtained two prizes, a beautiful edition of Scott's poems, and also a little portfolio full of some pretty water-color drawings, for Florence had a great taste for art, and had managed to come out at the head of the school with her own water-color sketches. The other girls also obtained prizes, all but Kitty Sharston, who was not long enough in the school to be entitled to one.
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