`` I 've looked forward to it all summer . And it 's a perfect day -- and I 've got to stay here and nurse this foot . '' Nan looked vindictively at the bandaged member , while Maude leaned out of the window to pull a pink climbing rose . As she did so she nodded to someone in the village street below . `` Who is passing ? '' asked Nan . `` Florrie Hamilton . '' `` Is she going to the picnic ? '' asked Nan indifferently . `` No . She was n't asked . Of course , I do n't suppose she expected to be . She knows she is n't in our set . She must feel horribly out of place at school . A lot of the girls say it is ridiculous of her father to send her to Miss Braxton 's private school -- a factory overseer 's daughter . '' `` She ought to have been asked to the picnic all the same , '' said Nan shortly . `` She is in our class if she is n't in our set . Of course I do n't suppose she would have enjoyed herself -- or even gone at all , for that matter . She certainly does n't push herself in among us . One would think she had n't a tongue in her head . ''
`` She is the best student XXXXX the class , '' admitted Maude , arranging her roses in a vase and putting them on the table at Nan 's elbow .
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