72 MARGERY,

worked out: I learned my lessons first; but if you will take
the questions we could copy them again.” .

“No, I don’t want them,” cried Minnie, bursting into tears,
“and I believe you have just kept my book on purpose, so I
wouldn’t get the medal; and, besides, your book hasn’t my
other questions in it, and I think you are a mean, horrid girl.”

Margery stood still in astonishment, knowing her own
innocence in the matter.

“T shall just tell all the girls how sneaky you are,”
sobbed Minnie.

“JT am not sneaky,” returned Margery, indignantly, “and
I don’t know anything about your book. I would get it ina
minute if I could. I believe you have it anyhow, for it was
in the hall when you came in, I know, and I shall never speak
to you again, Minnie Murray.”

“ Nobody wants you to,” retorted Minnie, by this time too
angry to cry, “and I don’t want you ever to come to my
house again.” And she whisked by Margery, and flew out the
door like a whirlwind.

Margery ran up to her room, and sat down to have a good
cry, for Minnie had always been her dearest friend.

By this time Punch had missed his mistress, and, going
up to her door, whined and scratched to be let in. Margery
opened the door for him. Seeing her in tears, he set to work
to comfort her, not knowing he was the cause of all her
trouble; he jumped up on her lap, tried to push her hands