Evelyn Percival, the head girl of the school, was now between seventeen and eighteen years of age. She was a rather pale, rather plain girl; her forehead was broad and low, which gave indications of thoughtfulness more than originality; her wide open gray eyes had a singularly sweet expression; they were surrounded by dark eyelashes, and were the best features in a face which otherwise might have appeared almost insignificant.
On this special night in the mid-term the girls who were ignominiously obliged to retire to their bedrooms felt a sorer sense of being left out than ever.
"Yes, certainly. Let me introduce you to someone in particular. Janet May, come here, my dear.""But Mrs. Freeman said——"
The ages of these fifty girls ranged from seventeen to five, but from seventeen down to five on this special hot summer's evening one topic of conversation might have been heard on every tongue.
Uncharitable talk about others ceased when Evelyn drew near. Selfishness slunk away ashamed.
"It's a distinct insult," began Dolly. "I disapprove—I disapprove."
She stepped out of the open window, and walked rapidly across the wide gravel sweep.