I was ashamed to look up at my friends on the platform.

What was Miss Dillingham thinking of me?
Oh, what a fool I had been! I had ruined my own triumph.

I had disgraced myself, and my friends, and poor Mr.Swan, and the Winthrop School.

The monster vanity had sucked out my wits, and left me a staring idiot.
It is easy to say that I was making a mountain out of a mole hill, a catastrophe out of a mere breach of good manners.

It is easy to say that.