She held me down on the seat, and we looked close in each other's eyes.
"You are a bad girl." "And you are a bad woman," I replied; "mean and cruel." She made a motion to strike me, but her hand dropped; I felt my nostrils quiver strangely.

"For shame," she said, in a tremulous voice, and turned away.

I sat on the bench at the back of the desk, heartily tired, till school was dismissed; as Charlotte Alden passed out, courtesying, Miss Black said she hoped she would extend a Christian forgiveness to Miss C.Morgeson, for her unladylike behavior.

"Miss C.Morgeson is a peculiar case." She gave her a meaning look, which was not lost upon me.

Charlotte answered, "Certainly," and bowed to me gracefully, whereat I felt a fresh sense of my demerits, and concluded that I was worsted in the fray.
Miss Black asked no explanation of the affair; it was dropped, and none of the girls alluded to it by hint or look afterward.