"I never should think of calling her pretty." "Stop, Veronica," I called; "am I pretty ?" She turned back.

"Everybody in Surrey says so; and everybody says I am not." And she banged the door against me.
She did not come to Barmouth again.

She was ill in the winter, and, father told me, queerer than ever, and more trouble.

The summer passed, and I had no particular torment, except Miss Black's reference to composition.

I could not do justice to the themes she gave us, not having the books from which she took them at command, and betrayed an ignorance which excited her utmost contempt, on "The Scenery of Singapore," "The Habits of the Hottentots," and "The Relative Merits of Homer and Virgil." In October Sally and Ruth Aiken came for the fall sewing.