"Of course; but the Mantons don't pay our doctor bills, or support us in
invalidism if it comes to that."
The girl walked away, and Lulu stood leaning against a pillar, lost in
thought, and feeling more homesick than ever.
The boarding-scholars were all some years older than herself, and did not
seem to desire her companionship; in fact, they looked upon and treated
her as one in disgrace, shunned her society, and almost ignored her
existence.
The study-hour over, they gathered in groups, chatting together on such
themes as school-girls find most interesting, one or another now and then
looking askance at Lulu, who sat at a distance, lonely and forlorn,
watching them and half-envying their apparent gayety and
lightheartedness.
How she longed for Evelyn, Grace, Max; even Rosie and the grown up-people
at Viamede!
It was a long evening to her; she thought the hands of the clock had
never before moved so slowly.
At nine a bell called them all into Professor Manton's school-room, where
he read a chapter from the Bible, and made a long prayer in a dull,
monotonous tone, that set most of his hearers to nodding or indulging in
half-suppressed gapes and yawns.
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