"And there is another thing," continued Alice, dropping into a chair by
Kathleen's side. "You are very low down in the school. Two of the
mistresses spoke to me about you to-day. They don't like to see a great
overgrown girl like you in a class with little children; it does neither
you nor the school credit. They fear that during this term you may be
forced to continue in your present low position; but they earnestly hope
that you will work very hard, so as to be removed into a higher form.
You ought, after Christmas, to get into a class at least two removes
higher up in the school. That is what I came to say. I suppose you have
a certain sense of honor, and you don't want your father's money to be
thrown away."
"Bedad, then! he has plenty of money, and I don't much care," replied
Kathleen.
She lay back in her chair and whistled "Garry Owen" in a most insolent
manner.
"If you have really made up your mind not to improve yourself in the
very least, mother had better write to Squire O'Hara and suggest that
you don't come back after Christmas."
"And Squire O'Hara will decide that point for himself," replied
Kathleen. "There are other houses where I can be entertained and fussed
over, and regarded as I ought to be regarded, besides the home of Alice
Tennant. The fact is this, Alice: you aggravate me; you don't understand
me; I am at my worst in your presence. Perhaps I am a bit wild
sometimes, but your way would never drive me to work or anything else.
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