fter the wants of the others."
Grace was arranging a bowl of China asters on the piano in her mother's charming drawing room. The shining mahogany chairs and tables reflected the glow of the wood fire, for the day was chilly, and bright chintz curtains at the windows gave a cheerful note of color to the scene.
"Oh, yes, mother," replied Grace. "Nora and Jessica, of course, and Anne Pierson."
"And who is Anne Pierson?"
"I don't know who she is," answered Grace. "I never knew her until she entered the High School. But she is terribly poor. Her mother is an invalid and her sister takes in plain sewing. I really asked her at first because Miriam Nesbit was rude to her one day. But I'm beginning to like her so much, now, that I'm glad I did it. She's as quiet as a little mouse, but she is fast taking first place in class. I believe she will outstrip Miriam before the end of the year. Don't ask me who she is, though. I haven't the least idea, but she's all right, I can promise you that.
Beautiful Victorian book for decent young ladies. The heroine, Grace Harlowe, and her friends, all of the highest moral character, have to deal with mean teachers, meaner students, and the evil upperclassmen. In the modern days of metal detectors and locker searches, this book really brings back the meaning of "those were the good old days". Read the rest of the series, too!