They wore gaudy combs and green skirts with
red waists, their clothes bunched at the hips, and to their shoes
and hands they paid no attention at all. None of these things for
June--and Hale did not know that the little girl had leaped her
fellows with one bound, had taken Miss Anne Saunders as her model
and was climbing upon the pedestal where that lady justly stood.
The two had not become friends as Hale hoped. June was always
silent and reserved when the older girl was around, but there was
never a move of the latter's hand or foot or lip or eye that the
new pupil failed to see. Miss Anne rallied Hale no little about
her, but he laughed good-naturedly, and asked why SHE could not
make friends with June.
"She's jealous," said Miss Saunders, and Hale ridiculed the idea,
for not one sign since she came to the Gap had she shown him. It
was the jealousy of a child she had once betrayed and that she had
outgrown, he thought; but he never knew how June stood behind the
curtains of her window, with a hungry suffering in her face and
eyes, to watch Hale and Miss Anne ride by and he never guessed
that concealment was but a sign of the dawn of womanhood that was
breaking within her.
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