Well, well! I did not do badly to-day.
I enjoyed myself and I took a nice rise out of that disagreeable Miss
Peel. Now must I look through those horrid French notes? Need I?" She
pirouetted on one toe in front of the glass. The motion exhilarated
her, and, raising her white wrapper so as to get a peep at her small,
pretty feet, she waltzed slowly and gracefully in front of the mirror.
"I can't and won't study to-night," she said again.
"I hate study, and I will not spoil my looks by burning the midnight
oil."
Suddenly she clasped her hands and the color rushed into her cheeks.
"How fortunate that I remembered! I must write to mother this very
night. This is Thursday. The auction is on Monday. I have not a post
to lose."
Hastily seating herself in front of her bureau, Rosalind scribbled a
few lines:
DEAREST, PRECIOUS MAMSIE: Whatever happens, please send me a postal
order for ?10 by return. One of the richest girls in the place is
going to have an auction, and I shall pick up some treasures. If
you could spare ?15, or even ?20, the money would be well spent,
but ten at least I must have. There is a sealskin jacket, which
cost at least eighty pounds, and such coral ornaments-- you know,
that lovely pink shade.
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