"I want to tell you that I'm pleased with your
work. You've made an effort and shown me what you can do. Next term we
shall have a Sixth form, and Miss Pollard agrees with me that it will be
advisable to appoint a head girl. That position will fall to you, not
only because you're top in the exams, but because we think you have
fitted yourself to take it. A head girl is no use unless she can lead;
I've been watching you all the year, and you've shown me lately that you
understand what is expected. The school is still in an elementary stage,
but it has improved immensely, and next year I trust you to do your very
best for it."
"Oh, thank you, Miss Mitchell!" gasped Merle, almost too overwhelmed for
words.
To be thus chosen out and selected by her idol was a most happy ending to
the term, and offered golden opportunities in the coming September. It
meant more to her even than her prize. She went at once to tell the good
news to her sister.
"I don't like to cackle too loudly, because of Muriel and Nesta," said
Mavis.
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