have been punished enough."

"I always get sick when I get angry," said Bet shamefacedly.

"Then my advice to you is, don't get angry any more." Miss Elder had
her arm about the girl and was half laughing at the serious face of the
child. "Now run along home, Bet, and don't let me ever hear of you
getting angry again. Promise!"

"Oh Miss Elder, I couldn't promise that. You know I get cross over the
slightest thing. Dad says so! But I'll promise to try hard. Will
that do? Besides I'll never be able to keep good natured when Edith is
around."

"Dear girl, you must get over your habit of becoming so tense over
unimportant matters. If you can't learn to like Edith, learn to be
indifferent."

"I'll try ever so hard, Miss Elder but just now she's a thorn in my
flesh, and oh, how she hurts!"

And Bet did try in the weeks that followed to be indifferent to Edith,
but it seemed to her as if Edith went out of her way to say and do
unkind things.

"It's no use," Bet often said to herself. "I'm as indifferent as I can
be, but oh! how I despise that girl!"

Antagonism against Kit Patten grew daily in the heart of Edith Whalen.
That Kit could come into Lynnwood and immediately get into the set that
she would like to be in, was sufficient reason for Edith's enmity.

Kit was liked by all the girls and boys. Her ready smile, a knack of
getting a quick and appropriate answer back when they tried to tease
her, made her a popular girl. In the class club she was appointed on
committees and soon was taking an active part in the organization. And
what Kit did, she did well and her natural charm made new friends for
her daily.

Then when Kit suddenly pushed ahead in her studies and became a leader,
this seemed the spur that made Edith display her enmity toward the
girl. For Edith was so self-centered that any charm she might have
possessed was being smothered and her sly and treacherous ways, kept
her acquaintances either indifferent to her or decidedly against her.

Kit seemed to have a natural talent for languages. From the first she
excelled in Latin. Her translations were being held up as examples in
class work and she was receiving praise from Miss Owens, the Latin
teacher, and even from the principal.

"Oh Bet, think of me leading in anything! I don't know half as much as
the rest of you girls!"

"Why shouldn't you lead? We know you're just as clever as you can be."

"No, it's not that, Bet. It's jus