rona

Rona got on tolerably well among her comrades, but there was one exception.

The other girls, who had never expected her to keep Rona in her bedroom, were inclined to poke fun at the proceeding.

"The Cuckoo's got its feathers now, and has grown a very handsome bird," said Winnie, watching Rona as the latter walked away.

This morning, just as Ulyth was shaking her pillow, Rona came in, chuckling to herself.

"I'm a good hand at camp-fires, if you want any help," continued Rona, seating herself with alacrity.