Kitty, wondering, obeyed.
"How do you account for the fact that your dress is splashed to the waist with mud ?" Miss Richards asked frigidly.

"Yesterday was quite fine until after you had all gone home from school, then heavy rain fell." Poor Kitty.

Here was Nemesis indeed! Two days ago that skirt had been put aside to be brushed, and now, to-day, without giving a thought to the mud on it, she had put it on and worn it.

With crimsoning cheeks she wheeled around.

"That mud has been there for days, Miss Richards," she said shamefacedly.