All the morning through, things seemed to go wrong. Katy missed
twice in her grammar lesson, and lost her place in the class. Her hand
shook so when she copied her composition, that the writing, not good at
best, turned out almost illegible, so that Mrs. Knight said it must all
be done over again. This made Katy crosser than ever; and almost before
she thought, she had whispered to Clover, "How hateful!" And then, when
just before recess all who had "communicated" were requested to stand
up, her conscience gave such a twinge that she was forced to get up with
the rest, and see a black mark put against her name on the list. The
tears came into her eyes from vexation; and, for fear the other girls
would notice them, she made a bolt for the yard as soon as the bell
rang, and mounted up all alone to the wood-house roof, where she sat
with her back to the school, fighting with her eyes, and trying to get
her face in order before the rest should come.
Miss Miller's clock was about four minutes slower than Mrs. Knight's, so
the next playground was empty. It was a warm, breezy day, and as Katy
sat here, suddenly a gust of wind came, and seizing her sun-bonnet,
which was only half tied on, whirled it across the roof.
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