"So you are the gold medal girl, Miriam?
Dear me, what a young lady you are growing to be! But you must not study too hard.

Don't overdo it." Mrs.Gray had gone through this same conversation every year since any of the girls could remember, and never failed to caution the head girl not to overstudy.
"There's no fear of that, Mrs.Gray," replied Miriam boastfully.

"My lessons give me very little trouble." "Mrs.Gray," broke in Nora O'Malley mischievously, "Miriam Nesbit has a close second in the class.

The first girl who has ever been known to come up to her." Miriam flushed, half-angry and half-pleased at the adroit compliment.
"And who may that be, my dear ?" queried Mrs.Gray, searching about the room with her nearsighted blue eyes.
"It's Anne Pierson" replied Nora.
"Pierson, Pierson ?" repeated the little old lady.

"Why have I not met her?
I do not seem to remember the name in Oakdale.