"But our Ada Elizabeth’s got the first prize of all," she informed them; and in her eagerness to divert her father’s slow attention from herself, she spoke with such an air of pride in the unlooked-for result of the examination that Ada Elizabeth cast a glance of passionate gratitude towards her, and then visibly shrank into herself, as if, in having won so prominent a place, she had done something to make her mother’s trials harder to bear than ever. "And there’s going to be a grander treat than we’ve ever had this year," Gerty went on, in her glibest tones. "And the dean’s lady, Lady Margaret, is going to give the prizes away, and all the company is going to be at the treat, and--and----" "Oh! what a pity!" exclaimed Mrs. Dicki’son, turning a hopeless gaze upon poor Ada Elizabeth. "Our Ada Elizabeth ’ll never show up properly, as you would, Gerty." "Our Ada Elizabeth’s lesson-books ’ll show up better than Gerty’s, may be," put in Mr. Dicki’son, in his quietest tone and with his driest manner. "Oh! Ada Elizabeth’s not clever like Gerty," returned Mrs. Dicki’son, utterly ignorant as she was indifferent to the fact that she was rapidly taking all the savour out of the child’s hour of triumph. "And you were so sure of it too, Gerty." "So was the hare of winning the race; but the tortoise won, after all," remarked Mr. Dicki’son sententiously. "What _are_ you talking about, Father?" his wife demanded. "I’m sure if tidy ’air has anything to do with it, Gerty ought to be at the top of the tree, for, try as I will, I _can’t_ make Ada Elizabeth’s ’air ever look aught like, wash it and brush it and curl it as ever I will; and as for ’air-oil----" Mr. Dicki’son interrupted his wife by a short laugh. "I didn’t mean that at all"--he knew by long experience that it was useless to try to make her understand what he did mean--"but, now you speak of it, perhaps Ada Elizabeth’s ’air don’t make so much show as some of the others; it’s like mine, and mine never was up to much--not but what there’s scarcely enough left to tell what sort it is." It was quite a long speech for the unsociable and quiet Mr. Dicki’son to come out with, and his wife passed it by without comment, only making a fretful reiteration of Ada Elizabeth’s plainness and a complaint of the sorry figure she would cut among the great doings on the day of the school treat and distribution of prizes.