`` I 'm not going to mope here alone all the afternoon , with you off having a jolly time at the picnic . Write a little note for me to Florrie Hastings , will you ? I 'll do as much for you when you sprain your foot . '' `` What shall I put in it ? '' said Maude , rummaging out her portfolio obligingly . `` Oh , just ask her if she will come down and cheer a poor invalid up this afternoon . She 'll come , I know . And she is such good company . Get Dickie to run right out and mail it . '' `` I do wonder if Florrie Hamilton will feel hurt over not being asked to the picnic , '' speculated Maude absently as she slipped her note into an envelope and addressed it . Florrie Hamilton herself could best have answered that question as she walked along the street in the fresh morning sunshine . She did feel hurt -- much more keenly than she would acknowledge even to herself . It was not that she cared about the picnic itself : as Nan Wallace had said , she would not have been likely to enjoy herself if she had gone among a crowd of girls many of whom looked down on her and ignored her . But to be left out when every other girl in the school was invited ! Florrie 's lip quivered as she thought of it . `` I 'll get Father to let me to go to the public school after vacation , '' she murmured . `` I hate going to Miss Braxton 's . '' Florrie was a newcomer in Winboro . Her father had recently come to take a position in the largest factory of the small town . For this reason Florrie was slighted at school by some of the ruder girls and severely left alone by most of the others .
Some , it is true , tried at the start to be friends , but Florrie , too keenly sensitive XXXXX the atmosphere around her to respond , was believed to be decidedly dull and mopy .
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