Her impatient nature would not permit her to do anything slowly.

As she gave a last flourishing stroke with her pen, she leaned back, looking about her.

She smiled contemptuously as her eyes rested on Anne.
"What a shabby, slow little creature she is!" Miriam murmured.

"It would be a disgrace for a girl like me to be beaten by her.

I'll never endure it in the world." It was not long before the girls had all finished and turned in their papers to the teacher in charge.
"Oh, glorious happy day!" cried Nora, as she sped joyously down the corridor.