THE CINDERELLA FROCK. 71

and cries of ‘* scat! scat !’’ from unnumbered
girlish lips poisoned the pleasant school-yard
air.

‘©, Louise ; how unkind of you to begin
that,”’ whispered Alice, letting go her com-
panion’s hand and looking really hurt.

Louise was all contrition. She would not
have done it for the world, and away she
went accompanied by Alice to make peace
with Rovina, and assure her of her most
sincere good will. Ah, foolish little turncoat
Louise ! |

The little sour face scowled at first, but
when the two friends took hold of her
two hands, and welcomed her with the most
heartsome of all ‘* Good mornings,” it began
to grow quite human. And when the teach-
er, who had delayed for some conversation
with Mr. Lisle, had reproved the ruder ones
for their unkindness, and restored good feel-