THE CINDERELLA FROCK. 55

bell sounded, and she mechanically hurried
away to her own.

When all was in the usual order, Rovina
was summoned: upon the floor. The little
girl walked slowly forward. There were no
tears upon her face; she looked angry,
wicked, almost defiant, her deep gray eyes
fixed steadily before her.

‘¢ Rovina Gove, what does this mean 7”

No answer. The little lips were closely
shut, and the eyes never moved to the right
or left.

‘¢ Answer me, Rovina.”

‘© T have done only what I was provoked to
do, Miss Wright,’’ was the composed reply,
Miss Rovina looking if possible more stubborn
than ever, as she stood there her arms at her
sides, stiff and immovable, on the middle of
the floor.