CHAPTER XXIII.
VIOLET GAINS A SIGNAL VICTORY.
The child was only pretending not to hear.
She caught the sound of her much-tried companion's sigh, and instantly
her lips began to twitch and curve slightly in a smile that had
suspicion of triumph in it.
Violet saw it, and instantly the lines about her own mouth grew firmer
and more resolute.
"She thinks to tire me out and gain her point," she said to herself,
"but I am going to settle who is to rule, once for all, for if I cannot
have her respectful obedience it will be useless for me to remain here."
She arose and passed into her own room, but presently returned bringing
with her a dainty little basket in which there lay some fancy-work and
bright flosses.
Resuming her seat by the window, she busied herself with her embroidery,
apparently oblivious of the fact that there was any one else in the
room.
The hour that followed was tedious in the extreme to both teacher and
pupil, for not one single word was spoken during that time.
When the clock struck ten--the hour generally devoted to music--Violet
arose, and, going to the piano, began to play.
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