In short,
they had many ways of rendering the life of a paying girl anything but
happy. To-day, however, all was peace and quiet. Kathleen walked in her
radiant fashion through her lessons; her beautiful face could not but be
an attraction. She was very bright and very smart, and even Alice gave
her an approving glance.
"Mother is right," she thought. "She is a little better than she was.
If only she would take a real interest in her work I should have hopes
of her."
Now Cassandra Weldon had come to the school that day with the intention
of asking Ruth Craven to come home with her. She had a suggestion to
make to Ruth. She knew that the little girl was very poor and very
clever. Cassandra was working very hard for one of the big scholarships,
and her mother had gone to the expense of getting a special coach to
help her at home. Cassandra had spoken to her mother, and her mother had
agreed that Ruth might come back with her each evening and also take
advantage of the services of Miss Renshaw. If Ruth got a scholarship she
would indeed be a happy girl, and it was Cassandra's, opinion that,
although she had been such a short time in the school, she would have a
very good chance if she got a little outside help.
Accordingly Cassandra waited for Ruth outside the school when lessons
were over. During the morning her eyes had travelled in Ruth's direction
pretty often, and her eyes had conveyed to the little girl all sorts of
kind and friendly messages.
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