nd solemn that
she was depressed and discouraged and for six long hours she sat in the
room by her father waiting for the verdict to be pronounced. It was
eleven o'clock in the morning when her turn came and it was not till
five in the afternoon when the last boy had been heard.

There was a tremendous excitement when the Janitor came out to read the
names of the nine successful ones. Every one sat perfectly still while
the names were pronounced. First a boy's name. She expected that and was
resigned. Then another boy's name was given. It began to be
discouraging. Then one more boy's name. Her chances were slipping away.
She would not be taken in. One more boy's name. There were murmurs of
disappointment from the crowd. Half the names gone. Poor Camilla was
ready to cry with disappointment.

Just here Allard, one of the jury passed through the room and stopping a
moment said to Camilla's father:

"The little Urso is admitted."

Nobody could believe it! There was some mistake! That mite of a girl
taken in? The four remaining names given by the Janitor were hardly
heard in the uproar and confusion that broke out. The boys who had
failed and even their friends were for mobbing the child. It was
dreadful, an outrage, perfectly unheard of, a shame, and all that. What
right had a girl to come and take the place away from some good boy who
could undoubtedly play much better? M. Urso had used influence with the
jury and done many wicked things to bring about this unheard of result.

M. Urso threw up his hat in the air, behaved in a wild and happy manner
and gave no heed to the taunts of the people. He gave Camilla a ten
franc gold piece and conducted himself in a startling and peculiar
fashion generally that would have astonished his friends had they seen
him. As for Camilla her mind was absorbed in that gold piece. She had
never seen anything quite so magnificent. Here were riches, indeed, and
she didn't care a pin for the silly boys who stormed and roared about
her. What a noise they did make over it! "Stupid boys, they couldn't
play, and that was the reason they were so mad about it." She must go
home and show her prize to her aunt. How glad her mother would be to
hear of her success. Hugging her violin close she paid no attention to
the rude people in the room and silently suffered her father to lead her
away.

It was a happy day for the Ursos. To think that the little one had
fairly broken down the bars of the Conse