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only because the smaller girl helped her so much with her French but because she really liked her and admired her. Perhaps never before had Daphne really liked anyone for themselves.
Mary-Lou, of course, was delighted. She had quite fallen under Daphne's spell, and was too simple to see the faults in the girl's character. She was very happy to be with her, and delighted to help her whenever she could. She did not even see that the help she gave almost amounted to making Daphne cheat, for many an evening she did practically the whole of Daphne's prep for her.
Gwendoline began to be jealous of Mary-Lou, for she sensed that Daphne was really beginning to like her very much. But Daphne always laughed when Gwendoline spoke to her about it.
“You know I'm only using her!” she said. “Don't be a mutt, Gwen. You're my friend and I don't want anybody else. I've nothing whatever in common with Mary-Lou—She's a silly little simpleton, a stupid little mouse!”
It was a good thing that Mary-Lou did not hear these remarks, for she would have been shocked and hurt. She was very glad to feel that Daphne really did like her. She often lay in bed thinking of the girl's beautiful hair and lovely smile. She wished she was as charming as that. But she wasn't, and never would be.
Daphne did not forgive the others for being mean enough not to warn her, when they knew the walk was off. She was even a little cold to Gwendoline about it, and Gwendoline, fearful of losing her grand friend's liking, made haste to lick her boots again, listening to all Daphne's tales with most satisfactory attention. Sally heard Daphne one evening. She was sitting near the curtain in the common room and the two girls, Gwen and Daphne, did not see her.
“Didn't I ever tell you about the time my mother gave a party on board our yacht, and I sat next to the Prince at supper?” began Daphne.
“Were you allowed to sit up to supper?” said Gwendoline. “And whatever did you find to say to a prince?”
“Oh, well—be seemed to admire my hair and talked to me awfully nicely.” said Daphne, beginning to embroider her tale as usual. I stayed up till one o'clock that night. The yacht was lovely. It had little lights all over it, and people on land said it looked beautiful—like a ship in a fairy-tale.”
“What were you dressed in?” asked Gwendoline.
“Oh—a frilly frock with little pearls all over it and my pearl necklace. It's worth hundreds of pounds.” said Daphne.
Gwendoline gasped. “Where is it?” she said.
“Oh, I'm not allowed to bring anything like that to school,” said Daphne. “Mother's very strict about things of that sort, you know. I haven't any jewellery here—or grand dresses—or anything you haven't got.”
“No. I've noticed that—I think it's very sensible of your mother,” said Gwendoline.
Sally had got tired of all this grand talk. She slipped off the windowsill. “It's a pity your mother didn't supply you with your own lacrosse stick, and another pair of shoes, and plenty of writing paper” she remarked. “Then you wouldn't have to keep borrowing from everyone else! A little less yacht, and fewer cars—and more envelopes and a book of stamps would be better for you. Daphne!”
Daphne looked haughtily at Sally. “Mind your own business!” she said. “I was talking to Gwen.”
“It is my business!” persisted Sally. “You are always borrowing from one or other of us—and you never pay back! As you're so rich, you ought to use some of your plentiful pocket-money to buy the things you lack!”
“Beast!” said Daphne, as Sally went out of the room. “She's jealous of me. I suppose—just because her people aren't as well-off as mine!”
The two Mam'zelles
Half-term came and went Sally and Darrell went out together with Darrell's parents and had a lovely tune. To Gwendoline's disappointment Daphne's parents did not visit her, so there was no chance of being asked out to meals with Daphne, or going off
Mary-Lou, of course, was delighted. She had quite fallen under Daphne's spell, and was too simple to see the faults in the girl's character. She was very happy to be with her, and delighted to help her whenever she could. She did not even see that the help she gave almost amounted to making Daphne cheat, for many an evening she did practically the whole of Daphne's prep for her.
Gwendoline began to be jealous of Mary-Lou, for she sensed that Daphne was really beginning to like her very much. But Daphne always laughed when Gwendoline spoke to her about it.
“You know I'm only using her!” she said. “Don't be a mutt, Gwen. You're my friend and I don't want anybody else. I've nothing whatever in common with Mary-Lou—She's a silly little simpleton, a stupid little mouse!”
It was a good thing that Mary-Lou did not hear these remarks, for she would have been shocked and hurt. She was very glad to feel that Daphne really did like her. She often lay in bed thinking of the girl's beautiful hair and lovely smile. She wished she was as charming as that. But she wasn't, and never would be.
Daphne did not forgive the others for being mean enough not to warn her, when they knew the walk was off. She was even a little cold to Gwendoline about it, and Gwendoline, fearful of losing her grand friend's liking, made haste to lick her boots again, listening to all Daphne's tales with most satisfactory attention. Sally heard Daphne one evening. She was sitting near the curtain in the common room and the two girls, Gwen and Daphne, did not see her.
“Didn't I ever tell you about the time my mother gave a party on board our yacht, and I sat next to the Prince at supper?” began Daphne.
“Were you allowed to sit up to supper?” said Gwendoline. “And whatever did you find to say to a prince?”
“Oh, well—be seemed to admire my hair and talked to me awfully nicely.” said Daphne, beginning to embroider her tale as usual. I stayed up till one o'clock that night. The yacht was lovely. It had little lights all over it, and people on land said it looked beautiful—like a ship in a fairy-tale.”
“What were you dressed in?” asked Gwendoline.
“Oh—a frilly frock with little pearls all over it and my pearl necklace. It's worth hundreds of pounds.” said Daphne.
Gwendoline gasped. “Where is it?” she said.
“Oh, I'm not allowed to bring anything like that to school,” said Daphne. “Mother's very strict about things of that sort, you know. I haven't any jewellery here—or grand dresses—or anything you haven't got.”
“No. I've noticed that—I think it's very sensible of your mother,” said Gwendoline.
Sally had got tired of all this grand talk. She slipped off the windowsill. “It's a pity your mother didn't supply you with your own lacrosse stick, and another pair of shoes, and plenty of writing paper” she remarked. “Then you wouldn't have to keep borrowing from everyone else! A little less yacht, and fewer cars—and more envelopes and a book of stamps would be better for you. Daphne!”
Daphne looked haughtily at Sally. “Mind your own business!” she said. “I was talking to Gwen.”
“It is my business!” persisted Sally. “You are always borrowing from one or other of us—and you never pay back! As you're so rich, you ought to use some of your plentiful pocket-money to buy the things you lack!”
“Beast!” said Daphne, as Sally went out of the room. “She's jealous of me. I suppose—just because her people aren't as well-off as mine!”
The two Mam'zelles
Half-term came and went Sally and Darrell went out together with Darrell's parents and had a lovely tune. To Gwendoline's disappointment Daphne's parents did not visit her, so there was no chance of being asked out to meals with Daphne, or going off
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