54 THE CINDERELLA FROCK.

alone and terrible, whilst a consultation was
held, and messengers despatched for Miss
Wright.

And now, little Alice Lisle, whe had been
looking on in speechless amazement, stole
softly out of her seat and going up to where
Rovina stood, whispered something in her
ear.

Not a word, but up flew the same little
hand, smiting Alice in the face with such a
thrust, the blood gushed from her mouth and
nostrils.

Suddenly the whole school was hushed.
Rovina stood there with her hand in air, as
though paralized. Her head swam, she had
a consciousness of the children scrambling to
their seats, of a well-known, and now terrible
figure in a gray dress, crossing the floor, and
standing at the teacher’s desk. Then the little