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¥ - * ‘gf ARS ‘a -, . ~~ LAUREL HILL—TROUBLE. a S Ys ‘*Vashti? ah!” witha curious, somewhat surprised glance at her. ‘‘Queen Vashti, let me show you a pleasanter seat ; you are shivering, I see.” He took her hand and led her down the long aisle bord- ered with curious, still smiling girls. As she passed one, a coarse-featured, sallow-complexioned girl, she put out her foot with apparent inadvertence. Vashti stumbled over it, and would have fallen, but for her conductor’s hand, at full length upon the floor. Another titter, even louder than before, went round, and the sallow-complexioned girl laughed louder than any. As Vashti staggered to her feet again, a flush of indig- nant feeling swept over her face. She lifted her jetty eye- lashes, sparks kindling in her great dusky eyes, as she looked the girl who had laughed the loudest full in the face. She drew herself a little more erect, swept a scornful glance down the giggling line, and said, in distinct tones: ‘‘You are as ignorant and uncivil as Hottentots !” It needed not the severe reprimand of Professor ‘Thorpe | to dye the cheeks of the whole abashed crowd with shamed crimson; and Vashti followed her conductor now with so spirited and graceful a carriage of her slender person, that he repeated to himself, as he returned to his own seat : ‘‘Queen Vashti !” Presently Mrs. Gordon herself came in, and a whole bevy of teachers. A chapter from the Bible followed, a short lecture, a fervent prayer, all the pupils rising during the last. As the pupils passed from the room, Mrs. Gordon stopped — an instant by Professor Thorpe’s chair, spoke a few words with him, and then putting her hand on Vashti’s arm, as she passed her, said : “Professor Thorpe would like to talk with you a little,” x. ~~ ee 5 Bi wae syd ed ous, ee ES SE fo — ais Oe pe: ee! A Oe ee el . . ‘ 7 : , «p ‘ ‘ ed * OW Slated | Sake . ¥. a ae hoe oo ea” < nf ae fy we yo Dye! Y a pe ea ee a ee com €o Ebooks, NF | +) hae, ak , Tey