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ered her face with her hands, and wept bit-
terly.

So many people acquainted with the dis-
graceful story! Presently, at a touch of the
bell, all the white robed ones rose up, and,
the others singing the favorite little school
piece, ‘‘ Let us love one another,”’ the whilst,
marched away to the music, two and two, in
graceful, orderly file into the little class room.

There were some significant glances among
the spectators, Rovina detected now, and
some smiles, but when the door opened again,
she was relieved of them, for every eye turned
_ergerly in that direction.

There was no bustle, no hurry, but a little
phalanx of girls, all who constituted the first
division, save Lizzie Hale, walked quietly in
and arranged themselves in a pretty group on
Rovina’s right hand. Another followed, the
second, save Alice Lisle, and Louise, and