Kathleen went to school quite prepared to carry out her promise to Susy
Hopkins. She had neatly packed the little Irish diamond brooch in a box,
and had slipped under it a tiny note:
"Get as many foundation girls as you can to meet me, at
whatever place you like to appoint, this evening. I have a
plan to propose.--KATHLEEN O'HARA.
"_P.S._--You can name the place by pinning a note under my
desk. Be sure you all come. The plan is gloryious."
The thought of the note and the plan and the little brooch kept Kathleen
in a fairly good humor on her walk to school. There she saw Ruth Craven.
She was decidedly angry with Ruth for having, as she said to herself,
"snubbed her" the day before. But beauty always had a curious effect on
the Irish girl, and when she observed Ruth's really exquisite little
face, clear cut as a cameo, with eyes full of expression, and watched
the lips ready to break into the gentlest smiles, Kathleen said to
herself:
"It is all over with me. She is the only decent-looking colleen I have
met in this God-forsaken country. Make up to her I will."
She dashed, therefore, almost rudely through a great mass of incoming
girls, and seized Ruth by her shoulder.
"Ruth," she said, "go and talk to Susy Hopkins during recess. She will
have something to say, and I want you so badly. You won't refuse me,
will you, Ruth?"
"But I don't know what you want," said Ruth.
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