the High School, and about her matriculation, bragging a little. She felt so poor here, in this ugly place.

Miss Schofield listened with brooding, handsome face, rather gloomy.

“Couldn't you have got to some better place than this?” she asked at length.

“I didn't know what it was like,” said Ursula, doubtfully.

“Ah!” said Miss Schofield, and she turned aside her head with a bitter motion.

“Is it as horrid as it seems?” asked Ursula, frowning lightly, in fear.

“It is,” said Miss Schofield, bitterly. “Ha! — it is hateful!”

Ursula's heart