and buried her face in her hands. What chance had she? Where was the fairy prince who would rescue her from her hut and broth kettle? She leaned forward on the desk and buried her face in her hands. What chance had she? Where was the fairy prince who would rescue her from her hut and broth kettle? She raised her head at the sound of a voice and saw Cortland Bent's broad shoulders at the open window. She raised her head at the sound of a voice and saw Cortland Bent's broad shoulders at the open window. "Morning!" he said, cheerfully. "You look like Ariadne deserted. May I come in?" "Morning!" he said, cheerfully. "You look like Ariadne deserted. May I come in?" She nodded assent, and, thrusting her school books and unfinished letter in the desk, turned the key viciously in its lock. She nodded assent, and, thrusting her school books and unfinished letter in the desk, turned the key viciously in its lock. "Aren't you riding to-day?" he asked from the doorway. "Aren't you riding to-day?" he asked from the doorway. "No." "No." He came forward, sat on the top of one of the small desks facing her, and examined her at his ease. He came forward, sat on the top of one of the small desks facing her, and examined her at his ease. "You're peevish—no? What?" "You're peevish—no? What?" "Yes. I'm in a frightful mood. You'd better not stay." "Yes. I'm in a frightful mood. You'd better not stay." He only laughed up at the sunflower dangling from the water pitcher. "Oh, I don't mind. I've a heavenly disposition."
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