Vashti's Fate — page 130: what you’re looking at

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A NEW WARDROBE. 125 her, you want toask? No. I intend to keep it till you come to your senses. Don't you think you had better go with me to-day, after all?” Vashti shook her head, and retreated to the door. ‘‘Well, if you won't you won't; but don’t expect me to feel pleasantly to you, till you give up to do as I wish you to.” Vashti bowed, coloring, and left the room. From this time, Mrs. Gordon’s manner to her willful pupil was quite cool. She had been very kind to her, and Vashti felt her displeasure more than she cared to own. The Christmas holidays came, and most of the pupils passed them at home, (though Vashti did not,) and came back loaded with presents and finery. One day, as Vashti was returning from recitation, through the square court which the Laurel Hill buildings inclosed, at an angle of the boarding-house, she came upon a group of girls in fierce dispute. Little Violet Granger, (she was the youngest of them all,) was sobbing bitterly upon the ground, and the remainder of the group seemed divided into two parties, one of which was gathered round the little girl, and the other and smaller one, round Elizabeth Brent, the coarse-featured, sallow-complexioned girl, who had so annoyed Vashti. They were all talking loud and eagerly. Hearing her own name, Vashti stopped involuntarily. - Violet caught sight of her, and darting through the crowd, threw herself into her outstretched arms. ‘“What is the matter, Violet?” she whispered, folding her close. ‘‘ Nobody shall hurt you, or grieve you, if I can help it.” ‘It is not me, it is you they are abusing. I had a great deal rather they would talk about me; and when I told ecom _—) Ebooks a ha & a 9 “ mM