"I wish you would n't talk against Miss Maxwell to me," said Rebecca hotly. "You know how I feel."
"I know; but I can't understand how you can abide her."
"I not only abide, I love her!" exclaimed Rebecca. "I would n't let the sun shine too hot on her, or the wind blow too cold. I 'd like to put a marble platform in her class-room and have her sit in a velvet chair behind a golden table!"
"Well, don't have a fit!—because she can sit where she likes for all of me; I 've got something better to think of," and Huldah tossed her head.
"Isn't this your study hour?" asked Emma Jane, to stop possible discussion.
"Yes, but I lost my Latin grammar yesterday; I left it in the hall half an hour while I was having a regular scene with Herbert Dunn. I have n't spoken to him for a week and gave him back his class pin. He was simply furious. Then when I came back to the hall, the book was gone. I had to go down town for my gloves and to the principal's office to see if the grammar had been handed in, and that's the reason I 'm so fine."
Huldah was wearing a woolen dress that had once been gray, but had been dyed a brilliant blue. She had added three rows of white braid and large white pearl buttons to her gray jacket, in order to make it a little more "dressy." Her gray felt hat
