"I can't take a high and mighty view of anything just now," said Florence; "I am cross, and that's a fact.  I wish I wasn't going to the feast to-night.  If it were not for the chance of being one of the lucky three in the Scholarship competition I wouldn't appear on the scenes at all, I vow I would not, with that horrid bit of cottony cherry-colored ribbon--yes, I vow I wouldn't.  Why, Kitty, how you have stained your dress; you must have knelt on a cherry when you were picking them just now in the orchard."